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There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
There is no such thing as perfect happiness.
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew,
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.
We have not to talk, but to steer the vessel.
In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.
In vaine is the mill-clacke, if the Miller his hearing lack.
To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.
To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
He makes a solitude, and calls it peace.
Night is the mother of Councels.
Night is the mother of Councels.
