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Soft O'er The Shrouds Aerial Whispers Breathe, That Seemed But Zephyrs To The Train Beneath.

He Knows To Live Who Keeps The Middle State, And Neither Leans On This Side Nor On That.

Dulness! Whose Good Old Cause I Yet Defend, With Whom My Muse Began, With Who Shall End.

Men, Some To Business, Some To Pleasure Take; But Every Woman Is At Heart A Rake.