Born in October 25, 1735 / Died in August 18, 1803 / United Kingdom / English
And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.
No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.
Be ignorance thy choice, where knowledge leads to woe.
He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.
How sweet the words of Truth, breathed from the lips of Love.
From labour health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy.
In every age and every man there is something to praise as well as to blame.
Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?
Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.
Some deemed him wondrous wise, and some believed him mad.
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