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152. TEARS AND LAUGHTER

Knew'st thou one month would take thy life away,
Thou'dst weep; but laugh, should it not last a day.

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153. UPON TEARS

Tears, though they're here below the sinner's brine,
Above, they are the Angels' spiced wine.

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154. ON LOVE

Love's of itself too sweet; the best of all
Is, when love's honey has a dash of gall.

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