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Love, the most generous passion of the mind The softest refuge innocence can find
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Reason, an Ignis fatuus of the Mind, Which leaves the light of Nature, Sense, behind.
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For all Men would be Cowards if they durst: And Honesty's against all common Sense.
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Dead we become the lumber of the world.
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A merry monarch, scandalous and poor.
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For pointed satire I would Buckhurst choose, The best good man with the worst-natured muse.
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The clog of all pleasure, the luggage of life, Is the best can be said for a very good wife.
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