"How blessings brighten as they take their flight."
"Insatiate archer! could not one suffice? Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn."
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Source: Edward Young, Samuel Johnson (1822). “The Poems of Edward Young”, p.29
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