Quote#Happiness
But hark! My pulse, like a soft drum
Quote byHenry King · 1592–1669
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "An Exequy", l. 111.
English (original)
But hark! My pulse, like a soft drum Beats my approach, tells thee I come; And, slow howe’er my marches be, I shall at last sit down by thee. The thought of this bids me go on, And wait my dissolution With hope and comfort. Dear! (forgive The crime) I am content to live Divided, with but half a heart, Till we shall meet and never part.
— Henry King
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