isappotnt snaps the thread of hope,
when, thro&039; disastro night, they darklg grope,
with deaf endurance sggishly they bear,
and jt ncde that “fools are fortune&039;s care:”
, heavy, passive to the tepest&039;s shocks,
strong on the sign-post stands the stupid ox
not the idle es&039; ad-cap tra,
not such the workgs of their oon-struck bra;
eaniity they never dwell,
by turns arg heaven, or vaulted hell!
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