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Oh no! for in this all the world must agree One folly was never sufficient for me. Is my mind on distress too intensely employ'd Or by pleasure relax'd, or by variety cloy'd? For alike in this only, enjoyment and [[underline]] pain [[/underline]] Both slacken the springs of those nerves which [[addition]] they [[/addition]] strain. That I've felt each reverse that from fortune can flow That I've tasted each bliss that the happiest know Has still been the whimsical fate of my life Where anguish and joy have been ever at strife But tho' vers'd in th'extremes [[addition]] both [[/addition]] of pleasure and pain I am still but [[underline]] too ready to feel [[/underline]] them again. From [[underline]] Rowe's Tamerlane [[/underline]] 1st scene My soul seems pleas'd to make acquaintance [[addition]] ^ with [[/addition]] thee As if ally'd to thine perhaps 'tis simpathy Of honest minds; like strings wound up in music Where by one [[underline]] touch, both utter, the [[/underline]] same harmony.
