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How to Be Happy

by Rose Hartwick Thorpe

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To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery

by Richard Lovelace

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Drawing the boundary…

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How to Be Happy

by Rose Hartwick Thorpe

What is the use of fretting
Over things that have gone wrong?
Just cultivate forgetting,
And tune your heart to song.

Keep the blooms, destroy the thistles.
You don't want their stings about.
All that troubles and annoys you,
You can better live without.

There is glory in the setting
Of the sun that follows rain;
There is science in forgetting;
If you just forget the pain.

Yours the pow'r to rise triumphant
O'er resentment's somber mood;
To surround your life with blessings,
By remembering the good.

To Ellinda, Upon His Late Recovery

by Richard Lovelace

How I grieve that I am well!
All my health was in my sicknes,
Go then, Destiny, and tell,
Very death is in this quicknes.

Such a fate rules over me,
That I glory when I languish,
And do blesse the remedy,
That doth feed, not quench my anguish.

'Twas a gentle warmth that ceas'd
In the vizard of a feavor;
But I feare now I am eas'd
All the flames, since I must leave her.

Joyes, though witherd, circled me,
When unto her voice inured
Like those who, by harmony,
Only can be throughly cured.

Sweet, sure, was that malady,
Whilst the pleasant angel hover'd,
Which ceasing they are all, as I,
Angry that they are recover'd.

And as men in hospitals,
That are maim'd, are lodg'd and dined;
But when once their danger fals,
Ah th' are healed to be pined!

Fainting so, I might before
Sometime have the leave to hand her,
But lusty, am beat out of dore,
And for Love compell'd to wander.

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