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Joy

We never joy enjoy to that full point Regret doth wish joy had enjoyèd been, Nor have the…
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Proof

Like a bad suitor desperate and trembling From the mixed sense of being not loved and loving, Who…
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The Lone Mystery

As the lone, frighted user of a night-road Suddenly turns round, nothing to detect, Yet on his fear’s…
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Deceit

As to a child, I talked my heart asleep With empty promise of the coming day, And it…
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Unmask

How many masks wear we, and undermasks, Upon our countenance of soul, and when, If for self-sport the…
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Estranged

As a bad orator, badly o’er-book-skilled, Doth overflow his purpose with made heat, And, like a clock, winds…
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The Pause

How can I think, or edge my thoughts to action, When the miserly press of each day’s need…