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• Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never pa
  At once the fountain, stream, and sea, They were, they are, they yet shall be....
• Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Little Cloud...
• Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- At Home in Heave...
• Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more?
  Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?...
• So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 168...
• Who ne'er knew salt, or heard the billows roar.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 153...
• All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full. -- Ecclesiastes, i, 7
• Bacchus, ever fair and ever young. -- John Dryden (1631-1700) -- Alexander's Feast, Line 54
• And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face Time's iron feet can print no ruin-trace.
  -- Robert Montgomery (1807-1855) -- The Omnipresence of the Deity, Part i...