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" Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest Melancholy... "
Lives of the novelists - Page 268
by sir Walter Scott (bart.) - 1825
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Century Types of English Literature Chronologically Arranged

George William McClelland - English Literature (selections: Extracts, Etc.) - 1925 - 1144 pages
...fragrant too, As summer's sky or purged air, And looks as lilies do JOHN FLETCHER (1579-1625) MELANCHOLY ^ gh he have There's naught in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy, O sweetest melancholy...
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The Living Age ..., Volume 43

1854
...but we give it as one of the most finished compositions of the kind in our language : — MELANCHOLY. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet, If'man were wise to все Ч, Hut only melancholy ; Oh, sweetest...
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The Boston Miscellany of Literature and Fashion, Volume 2

1842
...Milton. Almost equally fine are the following beautiful lines from a play of Beaumont and Fletcher. Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life swecte, If man were wise to sce't, Hut only melancholy ; Oh, sweftest...
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The Cornhill Magazine

George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray - Electronic journals - 1874
...surprising it laid hold of Milton and prompted him to utter on a like subject his own beautiful thoughts. Hence all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ; There's nonght in this life sweet, Were men but wise to see 't, But only melancholy ; O sweetest...
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Bryher: Two Novels: Development And Two Selves

Bryher - Literary Criticism - 2000 - 336 pages
...Sampson's eyes grew as weary as her voice. But Nancy was murmuring to herself joyously, triumphantly: Hence all you vain delights, As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly! There's nought in this life sweet. If man were wise to see't. But only melancholy; O sweetest melancholy!...
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