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I Looked Back At The Summit Of The Mountain, Which Seemed But A Cubit High In Comparison With The Height Of Human Contemplation, Were In Not Too Often Merged In The Corruptions Of The Earth.

How Quick The Old Woe Follows A Little Bliss!

An Equal Doom Clipp'd Time's Blest Wings Of Peace.

Wanting Is Not Enough, Long And You Attain It.

Five Enemies Of Peace Inhabit With Us - Avarice, Ambition, Envy, Anger, And Pride; If These Were To Be Banished, We Should Infallibly Enjoy Perpetual Peace.