PAIN.
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace,
The smoke of Hell, that monster called Paine.
Sidera: Paine. SIR P. SIDNEY.
Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others' pain,
And perish in our own.
Daisy. F. THOMPSON.
Pain is no longer pain when it is past.
Nature's Lesson. M.J. PRESTON.
Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,
Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain.
Love's Labor's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain;
The heart can ne'er a transport know
That never feels a pain.
Song. LORD LYTTELTON.