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“If I freely may discover What should please me in my lover, I would have her fair and witty, Savouring more of court than city; A little proud, but full of pity; Light and humorous in her toying, Oft building hopes, and soon destroying, Long, but sweet in the enjoying; Neither too easy nor to hard; All extremes I would have barr'd.”

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Ben Jonson (Illustrated)

“Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone”

Earth Joy Gone Planets Sweet Pity Cones

Book:Robert Lowell, Interviews and Memoirs

Source: Robert Lowell, Interviews and Memoirs

“So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!”

Wish Sweet Pity Scarce Blushing Bashfulness

Author:Lord Byron

“Pity the planet, all joy gone from this sweet volcanic cone; peace to our children when they fall in small war on the heel of small war--until the end of time to police the earth, a ghost orbiting forever lost in our monotonous sublime”

Children War Ends Earth Joy Fall Lost Gone Forever Planets Sweet Police Our Children Ghost Pity Heels Sublime End Times Monotonous Cones

Book:Robert Lowell, Interviews and Memoirs

Source: Robert Lowell, Interviews and Memoirs

“She bounded before me, and returned to my side, and was off again like a young greyhound; and, at first, I found plenty of entertaiment in listening to the larks singing far and near; and enjoying the sweet, warm sunshine; and watching her, my pet, and my delight, with her golden ringlets flying loose behind, and her bright cheek, as soft and pure in its bloom, as a wild rose, and her eyes radiant with cloudless pleasure. She was a happy creautre, and an angel in those those days. It is a pity she could not stay content.”

Firsts Eye Young Found Enjoy Sides Pleasure Behinds Sweet Listening Pure Singing Angel Rose Delight Warm Flying Pity Golden Plenty Pet Sunshine Cheeks Her Eyes Radiant Larks Greyhounds Wild Roses

Author:Emily Bronte

“Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.”

Source: The plays of William Shakespeare: in twenty-one volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of various commentators, to which are added notes