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There Is No Passion, More Spectral Or Fantastical Than Hate, Not Even Its Opposite, Love, So Peoples Air, With Phantoms, As This Madness Of The Heart.

Come What May, I Have Been Blest.

'tis Solitude Should Teach Us How To Die; It Hath No Flatterers; Vanity Can Give, No Hollow Aid; Alone - Man With God Must Strive.

And Doubt And Discord Step 'twixt Thine And Thee.

Tis Said That Persons Living On Annuities Are Longer Lived Than Others.