But I pitty the flatteries, and ſelfe-applauſes of a careleſſe and impenitent heart: This jollity hath in it much danger, and vvithout ſome change, death.
Those clouds show little sign of raining soon.
Might I beg leave to accompany you?
And lonely as it is, that loneliness Will be more lonely ere it will be less — A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no expression, nothing to express.
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