Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a >>
'Tis well enough for a servant to be bred at an University. But the ed >>
Invention flags, his brain goes muddy, and black despair succeeds brow >>
Joy is not in things, it is in us. >>
For present joys are more to flesh and blood than a dull prospect of a >>
The joy in life is to be used for a purpose. I want to be used up when >>
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life.