"How blessings brighten as they take their flight."
"Men are but men; we did not make ourselves."
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Source: Edward Young, Dr. Doran (John) (1854). “Imperium Pelagi, a naval lyric. Epistles to Mr. Pope, concerning the authors of the age. Sea-piece. The foreign address; or the best argument for peace. Epitaph on Lord Aubrey Beauclerk. Reflections on the public situation of the kingdom. An epistle to the right hon. Sir Robert Walpole. The old man's relapse. Resignation. Tragedies. Prose works”, p.230
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