He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.
Eternity mourns that. 'T is an ill cure
For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.
Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out,
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,
Nor aught that dignifies humanity.
-- Sir Henry Taylor (1800-?)
-- Philip Van Artevelde, Part i, Act i, Sc. 5
Eternity mourns that. 'T is an ill cure
For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.
Where sorrow 's held intrusive and turned out,
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,
Nor aught that dignifies humanity.
-- Sir Henry Taylor (1800-?)
-- Philip Van Artevelde, Part i, Act i, Sc. 5
Related:
- The world knows nothing of its greatest men.
-- Sir Henry Taylor (1800-
) -- Philip Van Artevelde, Part i, Act i, Sc.... - An unreflected light did never yet
Dazzle the vision feminine.
Sir Henry Taylor (1800-?) -- Philip Van Artevelde... - We figure to ourselves
The thing we like; and then we build it up,
As chance will have it, on the rock or sand,-- For... - Such souls,
Whose sudden visitations daze the world,
Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice... - Nor time nor place
Did then adhere.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616),
Macbeth -- Act i, Sc.... - Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
Sorrow calls no time that 's gone;
Violets plucked, the sweetest rain Makes not fresh... - The time is out of joint: O cursed spite,
That ever I was born to set it right!
William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i,... - The Poet Whose Badness Saved His Life
The most important poet in the seventeenth century was George
Wither.
Alexander Pope called him "wretched Wither" and Dryden... - I was promised on a time
To have reason for my rhyme;
From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme...
