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No One But A Fool Would Measure Their Satisfaction By What The World Thinks Of It.

We Are All Sure Of Two Things, At Least; We Shall Suffer And We Shall All Die.

Like The Bee, We Should Make Our Industry Our Amusement.

And As A Bird Each Fond Endearment Tries To Tempt Its New-fledg'd Offspring To The Skies, He Tried Each Art, Reprov'd Each Dull Delay, Allur'd To Brighter Worlds, And Led The Way.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.