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Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small stands the mountain, moments make the year, and trifles life.
This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.
Heaven wills our happiness, allows our doom.
Wonder is involuntary praise.
Ne'er to meet, or ne'er to part, is peace.