In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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Anand Thakur
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSGlobed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
LUCRETIUSNothing can be created out of nothing.
LUCRETIUSSweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
LUCRETIUSOur life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e’en now, e’en now, we die.
LUCRETIUSThe wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
LUCRETIUSUnder what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.
LUCRETIUSOne thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
LUCRETIUSBodies, again, Are partly primal germs of things, and partly Unions deriving from the primal germs.
LUCRETIUSNature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.
LUCRETIUSFrom the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
LUCRETIUSMother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSIt is doubtful what fortune to-morrow will bring.
LUCRETIUSWhat is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
LUCRETIUSTis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
LUCRETIUSBy protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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