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• Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace
  And saw, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold....
• All that 's bright must fade,-- The brightest still the fleete
  All that 's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest....
• No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close
  As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose....
• Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Fudges in England, Letter iii...
• T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dea
  And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near....
• And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Young May Moo...
• But there 's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Love's Young Dream...
• There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Meeting of the Wate...
• To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- I saw thy Form...