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We never joy enjoy to that full
Regret doth wish joy had enjoyèd been,
Nor have the strength regret to
Recalling not past joy's thought, but its mien.
Yet joy was joy when it enjoyèd
And after-enjoyed when as joy recalled,
It must have been joy ere its joy did
And, recalled, joy still, since its being-past galled.
Alas!
All this is useless, for joy's
Enjoying, not in thinking of enjoying.
Its mere thought-mirroring gainst itself doth sin,
By mere reflecting solid life destroying, Yet the more thought we take to thought to prove It must not think, doth further from joy move.
Fernando Pessoa
Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa (13 June 1888 – 30 November 1935) was a Portuguese poet, writer, literary critic, translator, publisher and phi
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