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The Perverseness Of My Fate Is Such That He's Not Mine Because He's Mine Too Much.

Rich The Treasure, Sweet The Pleasure,- Sweet Is Pleasure After Pain.

Heaven Be Thanked, We Live In Such An Age, When No Man Dies For Love, But On The Stage.

Good Heaven, Whose Darling Attribute We Find Is Boundless Grace, And Mercy To Mankind, Abhors The Cruel.

He Look'd In Years, Yet In His Years Were Seen A Youthful Vigor, And Autumnal Green.