Quote #12

Th' adorning thee with so much art Is but a barb'rous skill; 'T is like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.

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  1. Hope, of all ills that men endure, The only cheap and universal cure.
  2. Nothing is there to come, and nothing past, But an eternal now does always last.
  3. A mighty pain to love it is, And 't is a pain that pain to miss; But of all pains, the greatest pain It is to love, but love in vain.
  4. When Israel was from bondage led, Led by the Almighty's hand From out of foreign land, The great sea beheld and fled.
  5. Fill all the glasses there, for why Should every creature drink but I? Why, man of morals, tell me why?
  6. An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with loose care.
  7. The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fr…
  8. The monster London laugh at me.

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