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...lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman,* his remark was shrew'd— How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper-^solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside That appetite can ask, or...

...lie, Where all good qualities grow sick and die. I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd— How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper—solitude is sweet. Yet neither these delights, nor aught beside, That appetite can ask, or...

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