He knows not love that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.
He knows not love that hath not this truth proved,
Love is most loth to leave the thing beloved.
Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.
It seems to be a law of nature that no man ever is loth to sit for his portrait.
It seems to be a law of nature that no man, unless he has some obvious physical deformity, ever is loth to sit for his portrait.
He ne'er consider'd it, as loth To look a gift-horse in the mouth.
Where music dwells Lingering and wandering on as loth to die, Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
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