What though my wingèd hours of bliss have been,
Like angel-visits, few and far between.
_Pleasures of Hope, Pt. II_. T. CAMBPELL
How fading are the joys we dote upon!
Like apparitions seen and gone;
But those which soonest take their flight
Are the most exquisite and strong;
Like angels' visits, short and bright,
Mortality's too weak to bear them long.
_The Parting_. J. NORRIS.
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.
_Festus, Sc. A Village Feast_. P.J. BAILEY.
Joys too exquisite to last,
And yet more exquisite when past.
_The Little Cloud_. J. MONTGOMERY.
The joy late coming late departs.
_Some Sweet Day_. L.J. BATES.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.
_Song: There's Not a Joy_. LORD BYRON.
Base Envy withers at another's joy,
And hates that excellence it cannot reach.
_The Seasons: Spring_. J. THOMSON.
How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown;
Within whose circuit is Elysium
And all that poets feign of bliss and joy.
_King Henry VI., Pt. III. Act i. Sc. 2_. SHAKESPEARE.
Sorrows remembered sweeten present joy.
_The Course of Time, Bk. I_. R. POLLOK.
O stay!--O stay!--
Joy so seldom weaves a chain
Like this to-night, that, oh! 'tis pain
To break its links so soon.
_Fly Not Yet_. T. MOORE.