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The human race are sons of sorrow born;
And each must have his portion. Vulgar minds
Refuse or cranch beneath their load: the brave
Bear theirs without repining.

— David Mallet Alfred (1740)

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Who has not known ill fortune, never knew
Himself, or his own virtue.

Alfred (1740)

Words that weep, and strains that agonise.

Affliction is the wholesome soil of virtue:
Where patience, honour, sweet humanity,
Calm fortitude, take root, and strongly flourish.

Alfred (1740)

Strains that sigh and words that weep.

O grant me, Heaven, a middle state,
Neither too humble nor too great;
More than enough, for nature's ends,
With something left to treat my friends.

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