Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.
Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.
For his chaste Muse employ'd her heaven-taught lyre None but the noblest passions to inspire, Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line which, dying, he could wish to blot.
And sure th' Eternal Master found His single talent well employ'd.
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