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Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is read more
Men die, but sorrow never dies;
The crowding years divide in vain,
And the wide world is knit with ties
Of common brotherhood in pain.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.
The path of sorrow, and that path alone,
Leads to the lands where sorrow is unknown.
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent read more
For of Fortune's sharpe adversite,
The worste kynde of infortune is this,
A man to hav bent in prosperite,
And it remembren whan it passed is.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In read more
In every adversity of fortune, to have been happy is the most
unhappy kind of misfortune.
[Lat., In omni adversitate fortunae, infelicissimum genus est
infortunii fuisse felicem.]
I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
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I walked a mile with Pleasure,
She chattered all the way;
But left me none the wiser,
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne'er a word said she;
But, oh, the things I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.
One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else.
One of the hardest things in life is watching the person you love, love someone else.
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for read more
Who never ate his bread in sorrow,
Who never spent the darksome hours
Weeping, and watching for the morrow,--
He knows ye not, ye gloomy Powers.
[Ger., Wer nie sein Brod mit Thranen ass,
Wer nicht die kummervollen Nachte
Auf seinem Bette weinend sass,
Der kennt euch nicht, ihr himmlischen Machte.]