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The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, For promised joy.
— Disappointment
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, For promised joy.
Like to the apples on the Dead Sea's shore,All ashes to the taste.
As distant prospects please us, but when nearWe find but desert rocks and fleeting air.
To my imagination she is a gracious princess—to my reason, a scullery maid. The artist lets both roles play concurrently. The Philistine is disappointed and retracts the first.
But O! as to embrace me she inclin'd,I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
There can be no entire disappointment to a wise man, because he maketh it a cause of succeeding another time. A fool is so unreasonably raised by his hopes, that he is half-dead by a disappointment: his mistaken fancy draweth him so high, that when he falleth, he is sure to break his bones.
All is but toys; renown and grace is dead;Is left this vault to brag of.
We may avoid much disappointment and bitterness of soul by learning to understand how little necessary to our joy and peace are the things the multitude most desire and seek.
But evil fortune has decreed, Should fall—ne'er to arise again.
Lightly I sped when hope was high Shall never see her face.
Sed ut acerbum est, pro benefactis quom malis messem metas!
