Date: May 18, 1782, 1785
"Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!"
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Date: May 18, 1782, 1785
"Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation!"
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Date: May 18, 1782, 1785
"Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd."
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