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And when 'midst fallen London they survey
The stone where Alexander's ashes lay,
Shall own with humble pride the lesson just
By Time's slow finger written in the dust.

— Anna Laetitia Barbauld

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If an author would have us feel a strong degree of compassion, his characters must not be too perfect.

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Man is the nobler growth our realms supply,
And souls are ripen'd in our northern sky.

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We may think all religions beneficial, and believe of one alone that it is true.

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Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?

This dead of midnight is the noon of thought,
And Wisdom mounts her zenith with the stars.

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