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The first and wisest of them all profess'd To know this only , that he nothing knew ; The next to fabling fell , and smooth conceits ; A third sort doubted all things , though plain sense ; Others in virtue plcaed felicity , But virtue ...
The first and wisest of them all profess'd To know this only , that he nothing knew ; The next to fabling fell , and smooth conceits ; A third sort doubted all things , though plain sense ; Others in virtue plcaed felicity , But virtue ...
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But he , though blind of sight , Despised , and thought extinguish'd quite , With inward eyes illuminated , His fiery virtue roused From under ashes into sudden flame ; And as an evening dragon came , Assailant on the perched roosts And ...
But he , though blind of sight , Despised , and thought extinguish'd quite , With inward eyes illuminated , His fiery virtue roused From under ashes into sudden flame ; And as an evening dragon came , Assailant on the perched roosts And ...
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I do not think my sister so to seek , Or so unprincipled in virtue's book , And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever , As that the single want of light and noise ( Not being in danger , as I trust she is not ) Could stir the ...
I do not think my sister so to seek , Or so unprincipled in virtue's book , And the sweet peace that goodness bosoms ever , As that the single want of light and noise ( Not being in danger , as I trust she is not ) Could stir the ...
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