Joseph Addison

Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.

Better to die ten thousand deaths,
Than wound my honour.

Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear away,
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Content thyself to be obscurely good.
When vice prevails and impious men bear away,
The post of honor is a private station.

Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
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Let echo, too, perform her part,
Prolonging every note with art;
And in a low expiring strain,
Play all the comfort o'er again.

The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
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The stars shall fade away, the sun himself
Grow dim with age, and nature sink in years,
But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth,
Unhurt amidst the wars of elements,
The wrecks of matter, and the crush of worlds.

Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.

Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.