
Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain:
As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth,
which truth the while doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
(THE BARGAIN OF THE STUBBORN) By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes. I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.(Romeo and Juliet ) ~The Passage From Despair To Mercy~
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