Thou strange piece of wild nature!
Possession is eleven points in the law.
Our hours in love have wings in absence, crutches.
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Old houses mended, Cost little less than new before they re ended.
You know, one had as good be out of the world, as out of the fashion.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.
The Blind Boy
O SAY what is that thing call’d Light,
Which I must ne’er enjoy;
What are the blessings of the sight,
O tell your poor blind boy!
You talk of wondrous things you see,
You say the sun shines bright;
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night?
My day or night myself I make
Whene’er I sleep or play;
And could I ever keep awake
With me ’twere always day.
With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne’er can know.
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