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Date: w. 1764, published 1820
"Yet, why repine? What, though by bonds confined, / Should bonds enslave the vigour of the mind?"
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Date: 1764
"All evils here contaminate the mind, / That opulence departed leaves behind."
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Date: 1764
"Each nobler aim, repressed by long control, / Now sinks at last or feebly mans the soul; / While low delights, succeeding fast behind, / In happier meanness occupy the mind: / As in those domes, where Caesars once bore sway, / Defaced by time and tottering in decay, / There in the ruin, heedless...
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Date: 1764
"Stern o'er each bosom reason holds her state / With daring aims irregularly great."
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Date: 1764
"Thus every good his native wilds impart / Imprints the patriot passion on his heart, / And even those ills, that round his mansion rise, / Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies."
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Date: 1764
Whence from such lands each pleasing science flies, / That first excites desire and then supplies; / Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, / To fill the languid pause with finer joy; / Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, / Catch every nerve and vibrate through the frame."
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Date: 1764
"In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, / Till, buried in debauch, the bliss expire."
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Date: 1764
"But while this softer art their bliss supplies, / It gives their follies also room to rise; / For praise too dearly loved or warmly sought / Enfeebles all internal strength of thought; / And the weak soul, within itself unblest, / Leans for all pleasure on another's breast."
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Date: 1764
"Thus, while around the wave-subjected soil / Impels the native to repeated toil, / Industrious habits in each bosom reign, / And industry begets a love of gain."
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Date: 1764
"For, as refinement stops, from sire to son / Unaltered, unimproved the manners run; / And love's and friendship's finely pointed dart / Fall blunted from each indurated heart."
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