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• What 's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practise in heave
  Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes....
• LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay.
  We live in daily apprehension of its loss; yet when lost it is not missed....
• They are perfect; how else?--they shall never change
  We are faulty; why not?--we have time in store....
• Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came, xxxiii...
• God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures Boasts two soul-sides,--one to face the world with, One to show a woman when he loves her!
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- One Word More, xvii...
• Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar. -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Waring, ii
• How good is man's life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- Saul, ix...
• The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,--no!
  -- Robert Browning (1812-1890) -- A Death in the Dese...
• It could have happened, so it must be true.