There is a pleasure in poetic pains. Which only poets know.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains. Which only poets know.
Thus always teasing others, and days teas'd, His only pleasure is to be displeas'd
Pleasure admitted in undue degree Enslaves the will, nor leaves the judgment free.
Mortals, whose pleasures are their only care, First wish to be imposed on, and then are.
Forced from home, and all its pleasures, afric coast I left forlorn to increase a stranger's treasures, o the raging billows borne. Men from England bought and sold me, paid my price in paltry gold but, though theirs they have enroll'd me, minds are never to be sold.
Vice stings us even in our pleasures, But virtue consoles us even in our pains.
Religion does not censure or excludeUnnumbered pleasures, harmlessly pursued.
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