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...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd-*!...retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or wealth provide, Can save us...

...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd —...retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or wealth provide, Can save us...

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...praise the Frenchman,* his remark was How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude 1 But grant rae stHl a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper— -solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside That appetite can ask, or wealth provide, Can save us...

...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd —...retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or wealth provide, Can save us...

...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrew'd—...grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper-^solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside That appetite can ask, or...

...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre, in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd—...grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or...

...sanctuary, proves a grave, A sepulchre in which the living lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die, I praise the Frenchman^, his remark was shrewd—...grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside That appetite can ask, or...