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Seite 188 - What is grandeur, what is power? Heavier toil, superior pain. What the bright reward we gain ? The grateful memory of the good. Sweet is the breath of vernal shower, The bee's collected treasures sweet, Sweet music's melting fall, but sweeter yet The still small voice of gratitude.
Seite 2 - With an appendix, containing an account of all the rice, indigo, cochineal, tobacco, sugar, molasses, and rum, imported into, and exported from Great Britain the last ten years ; of the value of all merchandize imported into, and exported from England ; of the imports and exports of Philadelphia, New York, &c.
Seite 56 - Neither in person or in coin ; Yet contemplation is a thing That renders what I have not, mine : My king from me what adamant can part, Whom I do wear engraven on my heart...
Seite 45 - tis true ; ^ Yet heav'n be prais'd ! I am not you : " My bead's with country notions fraught t .*. ** Notions (to you) not worth a groat" Aided by every virtuous art^ • A generous youth has won my heart. Yet never did I yield my charms, Till honour led me to his arms. My charms I never bafely fold ; I am no proftitute for gold ; On my own rents I liv'd before, Nor has my William added more. Wealth is our fcorn : our humble labours Aim but toferve, or fave our neighbours.