Monday, July 25, 2016

Shakespeare on the Hedonic Treadmill

And sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

(Sonnet CII, line 12) 

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If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come, 
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents. 

(Henry IV, Part I, Act 1, Scene 2, Lines 307-310)  

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