Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring,
Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing,
Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove,
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
Ye flowers that drop, ...
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Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Never find fault with the absent.
Blessed is the man who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.
By music minds an equal temper know, Nor swell too high, nor sink too low. . . . . Warriors she fires with animated sounds. Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
Pours balm into the bleeding lover's wounds.
