Sooth'd with the sound, the king grew vain;
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Death in itself is nothing; but we fear
To be we know not what, we know not where.
Whate’er he did, was done with so much ease,
In him alone 'twas natural to please.
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'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul:
I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
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