Who ne'er knew joy but friendship might divide,
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt
Or gave his father grief but when he died.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
-- Epitaph on the Hon. S. Harcourt
Related:
- The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
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Epitaph on Mrs.... - Is there a parson much bemused in beer,
A maudlin poetess,
a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul... - To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life,
he gave us woe. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) --... - And taste
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd,
much will know. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) --... - Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro
In all the raging impotence of woe.
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer,... - Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy you must
have somebody to divide it with.
Mark... - Grief can take care of itself; but to get the full
value of a joy you must have somebody to divide it with.
Mark... - The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand,
nor the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship... - Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
--
Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer...
