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Since heaven’s eternal year is thine.

Resolv’d to ruin or to rule the state.

He trudg’d along unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

Elegy on Mrs. Killegrew. Line 70.

And heaven had wanted one immortal song.

Part i. Line 197.