Quote #1
April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears!
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- Best they honor thee Who honor in thee only what is best.
- And though circuitous and obscure The feet of Nemesis how sure!
- Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
- Deemest thou labor Only is earnest? Grave is all beauty, Solemn is joy.
- Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, Song passes not away.