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Ingratitude's a weed of every clime,
It thrives too fast at first, but fades in time.

— Samuel Garth

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As distant prospects please us, but when near
We find but desert rocks and fleeting air.

Where billows never break, nor tempests roar.

The Dispensary (1699)

Some fell by laudanum, and some by steel,
And death in ambush lay in every pill.

Harsh words, though pertinent, uncouth appear:
None please the fancy, who offend the ear.

To die is landing on some silent shore
Where billows never break, nor tempests roar;
Ere well we feel the friendly stroke, 'tis o'er.

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