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• Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never pa
  At once the fountain, stream, and sea, They were, they are, they yet shall be....
• T is a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught Of cool refreshme
  drained by fevered lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours....
• 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 brigh...
• When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
  -- Henry W. Longfellow (1807-1882) -- Evangeline, Part i...
• Back off or I'll turn your little man into a torch.
  I promise him exquisite pain. -- Lore, "Datalore", stardate 41242.4...
• Night is the time to weep, To wet with unseen tears Those graves of memory where sleep The joys of other years.
  -- James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Issues of Life and Death...
• The walls of this room are covered with charcoal drawings of the most exquisite exquisite beauty I've ever seen.
  They are all drawings of sunsets....
• Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more?
  Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?...
• When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Song, From Juvenile Poem...