Falsehood Falsehood Cures

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.

For Where Thou Art, There Is The World Itself, With Every Several Pleasure In The World, And Where Thou Art Not, Desolation.

The Gray-eyed Morn Smiles On The Frowning Night, Checkering The Eastern Clouds With Streaks Of Light.