With too much quickness ever to be taught, with too much thinking to have common thought: You purchase pain with all t hat joy can give, and die of n… - Alexander Pope

You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

And die of nothing but a rage to live

The sick in body call for aid: the sick In mind are covetous of more disease; And when at worst, they dream themselves quite well. To know ourselves diseased, is half our cure.

Let me tell you I am better acquainted with you for a long Absence, as men are with themselves for a long affliction: Absence does but hold off a friend, to make one see him the truer.

So unaffected, so compos'd a mind; So firm, yet soft; so strong, yet so refin'd; Heav'n, as its purest gold, by tortures try'd; The saint sustain'd it, but the woman died.