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From ignorance our comfort flows.The only wretched are the wise.
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That if weak women went astray,Their stars were more in fault than they.
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Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.
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And thought the nation ne'er would thriveTill all the whores were burnt alive.
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He ranged his tropes, and preached up patience;Backed his opinion with quotations.
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Cured yesterday of my disease,I died last night of my physician.
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Now fitted the halter, now traversed the cart,And often took leave, but was loth to depart.
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His noble negligences teachWhat others' toils despair to reach.
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Till their own dreams at length decive 'em,And oft repeating, they believe 'em.
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All jargon of the schools.
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Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
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They never taste who always drink;They always talk who never think.
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That air and harmony of shape express,Fine by degrees, and beautifully less.
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Abra was ready ere I called her name;And though I called another, Abra came.
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For hope is but the dream of those that wake.
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Who breathes must suffer, and who thinks must mourn;And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.
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A Rechabite poor Will must live,And drink of Adam's ale.
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