Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune, he had not the method of making a fortune.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how far,but far above the great.
To each his suff'rings all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan, The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies Thought would destroy their paradise. No more where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.
Commerce changes the fate and genius of nations.
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