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Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is Mine!

I Fancy The Character Of A Poet Is In Every Country The Same,--fond Of Enjoying The Present, Careless Of The Future; His Conversation That Of A Man Of Sense, His Actions Those Of A Fool.

People Seek Within A Short Span Of Life To Satisfy A Thousand Desires, Each Of Which Is Insatiable.

And The Weak Soul, Within Itself Unbless'd, Leans For All Pleasure On Another's Breast.

In Two Opposite Opinions, If One Be Perfectly Reasonable, The Other Can't Be Perfectly Right.