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The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
They can't hurt you unless you let them.
They can't hurt you unless you let them.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Beneath the milk-white thorn that scents the evening gale.
from the poem
The Cotter’s Saturday Night.
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, read more
Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning;
One pain is less'ned by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.
Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.
Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
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Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book,
To seek the light of truth, which truth the while
Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.
Pain adds rest unto pleasure, and teaches the luxury of health.
