Fly away, pretty moth, to the shade
Of the leaf where you slumbered all day;
Be content with the moon and the stars, pretty moth,
And make use of your wings while you may.
. . . .
But tho' dreams of delight may have dazzled you quite,
They at last found it dangerous play;
Many things in this world that look bright, pretty moth,
Only dazzle to lead us astray.
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God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces
which are played upon earth have been read more
God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces
which are played upon earth have been composed in heaven.
[Fr., Dieu est le poete, les hommes ne sont que les acteurs. Ces
grandes pieces qui se jouent sur la terre ont ete composees dans
le ciel.]
In this world nothing is sure but death and taxes.
In this world nothing is sure but death and taxes.
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.
The wide world is all before us--
But a world without a friend.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
Earth took her shining station as a star,
In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.
The world gels better every day--then worse again in the evening.
The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.
The most incomprehensible thing about the world is that it is at all comprehensible.
