And hope is but a dream of those that wake.
~ Matthew Prior
The end must justify the means.
Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.
He's half absolv'd Who has confess'd.
Similes are like songs of love: They much describe they nothing prove.
Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
