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“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!The world forgetting, by the world forg…”

“In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies;All quit their sphere and rush int…”

“The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712)-Vital spark of heav'nly flame!Quit, oh q…”

“All this dread order break- for whom? for thee?Vile worm!- oh madness! pride! i…”