Joy's recollection is no longer joy, while sorrow's memory is sorrow still
Proud of his learning (just enough to quote), He revell'd in his Ciceronian glory: With memory excellent to get by rote, With wit to hatch a pun or tell a story, Graced with some merit, and with more effrontery, 'His country's pride,' he came down to
The memory of joy is no longer joy; the memory of pain is pain still.