The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.

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• She was good as she was fair, None--none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are: To know her was to love her.
• A guardian angel o'er his life presiding,
• A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.
• Fireside happiness, to hours of ease
• Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please.
• Go! you may call it madness, folly;