“Of lunacy, Innumerous were the causes; humbled pride, Ambition disappointed, riches lost, And bodily disease, and sorrow, oft By man inflicted on his brother man; Sorrow, that, made the reason drunk, and yet Left much untasted. So the cup was fill'd.” MenMadeReasonLostLeftCausesBrotherPrideSorrowDiseaseAmbitionMadnessRichesDrunkCupsDisappointedLunacy Book:Pollok's Course of Time Source: Pollok's Course of Time
“Friends given by God in mercy and in love; My counsellors, my comforters, and guides; My joy in grief, my second bliss in joy; Companions of my young desires; in doubt My oracles; my wings in high pursuit. Oh! I remember, and will ne'er forget Our meeting spots, our chosen sacred hours; Our burning words, that utter'd all the soul, Our faces beaming with unearthly love;-- Sorrow with sorrow sighing, hope with hope Exulting, heart embracing heart entire.” HeartSoulRememberFacesYoungJoyDesireGivenHoursForgetGriefDoubtFriendsSorrowMercySacredWingsMeetingsGuidesPursuitChosenSpotsBurningBlissCompanionOraclesComforterCounsellorsSorrow Love Author:Robert Pollok
