Hence Cupid! with your cheating toys,
Your real griefs, and painted joys,
Your pleasure which itself destroys.
Lovers like men in fevers burn and rave,
And only what will injre them do crave1.
Men's weakness makes love so severe,
They give him power by their fear,
And make the shackles2 which they wear.
Who to another does his heart submit,
Makes his own idol,and then worships it.
Him whose heart is all his own,
Peace and liberty does crown,
He apprehends3 no killing4 frown.
He feels no raptures5 which are joys diseased,
And is not much transported,but still pleased.
1. No person deserves1 your tears2, and who deserves won't make you cry.
2. I love you not for whom you are, but who I am when I'm by your side.
3. Just because someone doesn't love you as you wish, it doesn't mean you are not loved with all his/her being3.
4. A true friend is the one who holds your hand and touch your heart.
5. The worst way to miss someone is to be seated by his/her side and know you will never have him/her.
6. Never stop smiling, not even when you are sad, someong may fall in love with your smile.
7. You may only be a person in this world, but for someone, you're the world.
8. Don't spend time with someone who doesn't care spending it with you.
9. Maybe God4 wants you to meet many wrong people before the right one, so when this happenes, you will be thankful5.
10.Don't cry because it came to an end. Smile because it happened.
11. There will always be people who will hurt you, so you need to continue trusting, just be careful.
12. Become a better person and be sure to know who you are before meet someone new and hoping that person knows who you are.
13. Don't struggle6 too much, best things happen when not expected.
3诗歌欣赏：飞逝的青春 The Youth
There are gains for all our losses.
There are balms for all our pain;
But when youth, the dream, departs
It takes something from our hearts,
And it never comes again.
We are stronger, and are better,
Under manhood’s sterner reign1;
Still we feel that something sweet
Following youth, with flying feet,
And will never come again.
Something beautiful is vanished,
And we sigh for it in vain;
We behold2 it everywhere,
On the earth, and in the air,
But it never comes again!
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is ,won't make you cry.
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.
Never frown1, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing2 to waste their time on you.
Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn’t mean they don't love you with all they have.
Don't try to hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful3.
Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.
I think that I shall J.Kilmernever see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins1 in her hair;
Upon whose bosom2 snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with the rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
When I was:
Four years old: My daddy can do anything.
Five years old: My daddy knows a whole lot.
Six years old: My dad is smarter than your dad.
Eight years old: My dad doesn't know exactly everything.
Ten years old: In the olden days, when my dad grew up, things were sure different.
Twelve years old: Oh, well, naturally, Dad doesn't know anything about that. He is too old to remember his childhood.
Fourteen years old: Don't pay any attention to my dad. He is so old-fashioned1.
Twenty-one years old: Him? My Lord2, he's hopelessly out of date.
Twenty-five years old: Dad knows about it, but then he should, because he has been around so long.
Thirty years old: Maybe we should ask Dad what he thinks. After all, he's had a lot of experience.
Thirty-five years old: I'm not doing a single thing until I talk to Dad.
Forty years old: I wonder how Dad would have handled it. He was so wise.
Fifty years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here now so I could talk this over with him. Too bad I didn't appreciate how smart he was. I could have learned3 a lot from him.