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What! upon compulsion? No!
What! upon compulsion? No!
Here is a fine field for talent.
Here is a fine field for talent.
Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.
Patience lightens the burthen we cannot avert.
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to read more
Then fill the bowl--way with gloom!
Our joys shall always last;
For Hope shall brighten days to come,
And Mem'ry gild the past.
He that hath no ill fortune is troubled with good.
He that hath no ill fortune is troubled with good.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
Like summer tempest came her tears:
Sweet my child, I live for thee.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.
At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs.
He that goes softly goes safely.
He that goes softly goes safely.
