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• Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes; Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Flow gently, sweet Afto...
• This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion give
  The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,-- There 's nothing true but Heaven....
• To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- I saw thy Form...
• Oh, weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The lord of the valley with false vows came.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Eveleen's Bowe...
• And weep the more, because I weep in vain. -- Thomas Gray (1716-1771) -- Sonnet, On the Death of Mr.
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• To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why
  To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by....
• Weep no more, lady, weep no more, Thy sorrowe is in vaine
  For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers Will ne'er make grow againe....
• Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave. -- Robert Herrick (1591-1674) -- Sorrows Succeed
• I was sitting in the lap of luxury--and then luxury stood up.