Were the happiness of the next world as closely apprehended as the felicities of this, it were a martyrdom to live.
Darkness and light divide the course of time, and oblivion shares with memory, a great part even of our living beings; we slightly remember our felicities, and the smartest strokes of affliction leave but short smart upon us. Sense endureth no extremities, and sorrows destroy us or themselves. To weep into stones are fables.Chapter V. (Part II)
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