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Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
Ridicule often cuts the knot, where severity fails.
Ridicule often cuts the knot, where severity fails.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
Hard toil can roughen form and face,
And want call quench the eye's bright grace.
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together;
our virtues would be proud read more
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together;
our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not, and
our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our
virtues.
We are born poets. we become orators.
We are born poets. we become orators.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults
Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year.
Few tyrants go down to the infernal regions by a natural death.
Few tyrants go down to the infernal regions by a natural death.
Of two evils I have chose the least.
Of two evils I have chose the least.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for
country life.
The whole race of scribblers flies from the town and yearns for
country life.
