There is a mortifying experience in particular, which does not fail to wreak itself also in the general history; I mean "the fooli...sh face of praise," the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease, in answer to conversation which does not interest us. The muscles, not spontaneously moved but moved, by a low usurping wilfulness, grow tight about the outline of the face, with the most disagreeable sensation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nor blame I Death, because he bare The use of virtue out of earth;... I know transplanted human worth Will bloom to profit, otherwhere.
For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »