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An incomprehensible world indeed at the bottom and at the top Arrest the enemy by vociferations of persistent prayer Country prizing ornaments higher than qualities Death is our common cloak; but Calamity individualizes How little we mean to do harm when we do an injury Nation's half made-up of the idle and the servants of the idle No companionship save with the wound they nurse Not always the right thing to do the right thing The night went past as a year Universal censor's angry spite
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