Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of Eev'n or Morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or Summer's Rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine.
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"For what is life, but the quintessence of pleasure, if we be not in a perpetual motion of enjoyment?"
"New Presbyter is but old Priest writ large."
"For neither do the spirits damned lose all their virtue, lest bad men should boast their specious deeds on earth."
"Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn."
"That old man, as you say, who is blind and poor, or, to use your own words, 'blind, poor, and an outcast,' is a person who, on the contrary, is rich, and content with his lot, and far from being an ou…"
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