_Festus, Sc. A Village Feast_. P.J. BAILEY.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
_The Little Cloud_. J. MONTGOMERY.
The joy late coming late departs.
_Some Sweet Day_. L.J. BATES.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
_Song: There's Not a Joy_. LORD BYRON.
Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
_The Seasons: Spring_. J. THOMSON.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.
_The Course of Time, Bk. I_. R. POLLOK.
O stay!--O stay!--
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that, oh! 'tis pain
To break its links so soon.
_Fly Not Yet_. T. MOORE.
KISS.
What is a kiss? Alacke! at worst,
A single Dropp to quenche a Thirst,
Tho' oft it prooves, in happie Hour,
The first swete Dropp of our long Showre.
_In the Old Time_. C.G. LELAND.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
_The Lay of the Brown Rosary, Pt. II_. E.B. BROWNING.
The kiss you take is paid by that you give:
The joy is mutual, and I'm still in debt.
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