When this world's shut, and awful planets rise, Call on our minds, and raise them to the skies; Compose our souls with a less dazzling sight, And show all nature in a milder light; How every boisterous thought in calm subsides!
— from The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2 by Edward Young
In short, what a perversion of reason, what a disease in the very bosom of society, what a lurking demon stationed at the threshold of every happy family, to blast and thwart the modest ambition of its amiable members!
— from A Morning's Walk from London to Kew by Phillips, R. (Richard), Sir
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