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Still harping on my daughter.
Still harping on my daughter.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far read more
And on her lover's arm she leant,
And round her waist she felt it fold,
And far across the hills they went,
In that new world that is the old.
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to
our insufficient fortune.
Wealth increaseth, but a nameless something is ever wanting to
our insufficient fortune.
Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged.
Mention not a halter in the house of him that was hanged.
He that feares death lives not.
He that feares death lives not.
Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as
possible.
Fiction intended to please, should resemble truth as much as
possible.
Maxims are the condensed good sense of nations.
Maxims are the condensed good sense of nations.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.
