Date: 1766, 1808
"Nature, my friend, profuse in vain, / May every gift impart; / If unimprov'd, they ne'er can gain / An empire o'er the heart."
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Date: January 1, 1779
"There [to Heaven's Regions] when the soul, in search of purer day, / Loos'd from mortality's impris'ning clay / Shall swifter than the forked lightning dart."
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Date: 1780
"Hast thou no failings of thine own, / No ruling passion in thy breast, / That robs thee of thy balmy rest?"
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