"She who means no mischief does it all."
"Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear, Unite division, and draw distance near; Their magic force each silent wish conveys, And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways: Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean, For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between."
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Source: Aaron Hill (1760). “Works”, p.21
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