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It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune,
but it is a poor comfort after read more

It is a comfort to the miserable to have comrades in misfortune,
but it is a poor comfort after all.

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No possession is gratifying without a companion.
[Lat., Nullius boni sine sociis jucunda possessio est.]

No possession is gratifying without a companion.
[Lat., Nullius boni sine sociis jucunda possessio est.]

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Joy is a partnership,
Grief weeps alone,
Many guests had Cana;
Gethsemane but one.

Joy is a partnership,
Grief weeps alone,
Many guests had Cana;
Gethsemane but one.

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An agreeable companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.

An agreeable companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.

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It takes two for a kiss
Only one for a sigh,
Twain by twain we marry
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It takes two for a kiss
Only one for a sigh,
Twain by twain we marry
One by one we die.

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A pleasure companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.
[Lat., Comes jucundus in via pro vehiculo read more

A pleasure companion on a journey is as good as a carriage.
[Lat., Comes jucundus in via pro vehiculo est.]

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It is a comfort to the unfortunate to have companions in woe.
[Lat., Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.]

It is a comfort to the unfortunate to have companions in woe.
[Lat., Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris.]

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A crowd of fellow-sufferers is a miserable kind of comfort.
[Lat., Maliuolum solacii genus est turba miserorum.]

A crowd of fellow-sufferers is a miserable kind of comfort.
[Lat., Maliuolum solacii genus est turba miserorum.]

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No blast of air or fire of sun
Puts out the light whereby we run
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No blast of air or fire of sun
Puts out the light whereby we run
With girdled loins our lamplit race,
And each from each takes heart of grace
And spirit till his turn be done.

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