Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set,
Advantage by the friendly Distance get.

Far from our eyes th' Enchanting Objects set,
Advantage by the friendly Distance get.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

The true art of memory is the art of attention.

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

To be remembered after we are dead, is but poor recompense for being treated with contempt while we are living.

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the read more

Our memory is like a shop in the window of which is exposed now one, now another photograph of the same person. And as a rule the most recent exhibit remains for some time the only one to be seen.

The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, read more

The mother may forget the child
That smiles sae sweetly on her knee;
But I'll remember thee, Glencairn,
And all that thou hast done for me!

But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.

But woe to him, who left to moan,
Reviews the hours of brightness gone.

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.

A moment lasts all of a second, but the memory lives on forever.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.

I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of read more

I do perceive that the old proverb be not alwaies trew, for I do
finde that the absence of my Nath, doth breeds in me the more
continuall remembrance of him.