Alexander Pope

Is not absence death to those who love?

Is not absence death to those who love?

You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

You purchase pain with all that joy can give,
And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.

Blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed.

The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.

The doubtful beam long nods from side to side.

Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
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Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise.
By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies?
Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys,
And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.