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1562 Her Losses make our Gains ashamed— She bore Life's empty Pack As gallantly as if the East Were swinging at her Back. Life's empty Pack is heaviest, As every Porter knows— In vain to punish Honey— It only sweeter grows. Edited by Peter Carter
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