Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles the wretched he forsakes.
Tired nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where fortune smiles the wretched he forsakes.
To know the world, not love her, is thy point She gives but little, nor that little, long.
Poor is the friendless master of a world A world in purchase of a friend is gain.
If we did but know how little some enjoy of the great things that they possess, there would not be much to envy in the world.
Night, sable goddess from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world.
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