Some drops of comfort on the favour'd fall,
But showers of sorrow are the lot of all:
Partial to talents, then, shall Heav'n withdraw
Th' afflicting rod, or break the general law?
Shall he who soars, inspired by loftier views,
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Life's little cares and little pains refuse?
Shall he not rather feel a double share
Of mortal wo, when doubly arm'd to bear?
"Hard is his fate who builds his peace of mind