“Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.And be it gash or gold it will not comeAgain in this identical disguise.”
“Shéer plód makes plough down sillion Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermillion.”
“No wonder of it: sheer plod makes plough down sillionShine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear, Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold-vermilion.”
“Exhaust your worries and they will soon leave you.”
“Beauty is single. Only ugliness is multiple, and even then its multiplicity is soon exhausted.”
“The pleasures of sudden wonder are soon exhausted, and the mind can only repose on the stability of truth.”