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Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

Firmness In Enduring And Exertion Is A Character I Always Wish To Possess. I Have Always Despised The Whining Yelp Of Complaint And Cowardly Resolve.

O, Life! How Pleasant Is Thy Morning, Young Fancy's Rays The Hills Adorning! Cold Pausing Caution's Lesson Scorning, We Frisk Away, Like Schoolboys, At The Expected Warning, To Joy And Play.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.