“Enlarge my life with multitude of days, In health, in sickness, thus the suppliant prays; Hides from himself his state, and shuns to know, That life protracted is protracted woe. Time hovers o'er, impatient to destroy, And shuts up all the passages of joy.”
Quote by Samuel Johnson
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Source: The history of the renowned don Quixote de la Mancha. Tr. by several hands: and publ. by P. Motteux
“Every work of art is the child of its time, often it is the mother of our emotions.”
