Maxioms by Joseph Addison
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
Why wilt thou add to all the griefs I suffer
Imaginary ills, and fancy'd tortures?
O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
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O Dormer, how can I behold thy fate,
And not the wonders of thy youth relate;
How can I see the gay, the brave, the young,
Fall in the cloud of war, and lie unsung!
In joys of conquest he resigns his breath,
And, filled with England's glory, smiles in death.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries
aloud
Through all her works) read more
If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries
aloud
Through all her works) he must delight in virtue.
Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, filling it with a steady and perpetual serenity
Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind, filling it with a steady and perpetual serenity
