Horace: Book 1, Ode 22 (Samuel Johnson Poems)
The man, my friend, whose conscious heartWith virtue's sacred ardour glows,Nor taints with death the envenom'd dart,Nor needs the guard ...
The man, my friend, whose conscious heartWith virtue's sacred ardour glows,Nor taints with death the envenom'd dart,Nor needs the guard ...
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