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Therefore They Who Say Our Thoughts Are Not Our Own Because They Resemble The Ancients, May As Well Say Our Faces Are Not Our Own, Because They Are Like Our Fathers: And Indeed It Is Very Unreasonable, That People Should Expect Us To Be Scholars, And Yet Be Angry To Find Us So.

All Nature Mourns, The Skies Relent In Showers; Hushed Are The Birds, And Closed The Drooping Flowers.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.

But Satan Now Is Wiser Than Of Yore, And Tempts By Making Rich, Not Making Poor.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.