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The lark that shuns on lofty boughs to build, Her humble nest, lies silent in the field.

The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private interest.

Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.

Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.