“Remember all ye that existence is pure joy; that all the sorrows are but as shadows;
they pass & are done; but there is that which remains.”

While they adore me on the throne of Hell,
With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd,
The lower still I fall, only supreme
In misery: such joy ambition finds!

Alternately, consider this: http://goo.gl/ltiB5

via svetais_gars

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