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Nature Delights In The Most Plain And Simple Diet.

They Were A People So Primitive They Did Not Know How To Get Money, Except By Working For It.

Love, Anger, Pride And Avarice All Visibly Move In Those Little Orbs.

A Thousand Glorious Actions That Might Claim Triumphant Laurels, And Immortal Fame, Confus'd In Crowds Of Glorious Actions Lie, And Troops Of Heroes Undistinguished Die.

The End Of A Man's Life Is Often Compared To The Winding Up Of A Well Written Play, Where The Principal Persons Still Act In Character, Whatever The Fate In Which They Undergo.