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• Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- Fly not ye...
• Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Light of the Harem...
• Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me
  The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoke...
• And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Light of the Harem...
• While the engineer developed his thesis, the director leaned over to his assistant and whispered, "Did you ever hear of why the sea is salt?
  "Why the sea is salt?" whispered back the assistant....
• Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish
  Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal....
• How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live! -- Henry David Thoreau
• When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
  -- Thomas Moore (1779-1852) -- The Last Rose of Summe...
• I forget how to move When my mouth is this dry And my eyes are bursting hearts In a bloodstained sky Oh, it was sweet and wild.
  -- The Cure, "Homesick...