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When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

Imitators Are But A Servile Kind Of Cattle.

The Jews, A Headstrong, Moody, Murmuring Race.

But Dying Is A Pleasure / When Living Is A Pain.

And He, Who Servilely Creeps After Sense, Is Safe, But Ne'er Will Reach An Excellence.