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Simplicity of life, even the barest, is not a misery, but the very foundation of refinement.
WILLIAM MORRIS, Hopes and Fears for Art
- Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
- And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
- Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
- The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
- Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder
- And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over,
- Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
- The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
- These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
WILLIAM MORRIS, "Love Is Enough"
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