Fons Lachrymarum or a fountain of tears: From whence doth flow Englands Complaint, Jeremiahs Lamentations paraphras'd with Divine Meditations and an elegy Upon that Son of Valor Sir Charles Lucas. Written by John Quarles |
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Meditat. 14.
It is a happiness to scorn the mirthOf this confused transitory earth:
And he who is ambitious to create
A happiness, must make the world his hate:
Then if self-love appear, we know for what;
We love our selves, in truly hating that.
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