On the precarious mercy of mankind;
Who hopes for wild and visionary things,
And mounts o'er unknown seas with vent'rous wings:
But as, of various evils that befall
The human race, some portion goes to all:
To him perhaps the milder lot's assign'd,
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Who feels his consolation in his mind;
And, lock'd within his bosom, bears about
A mental charm for every care without.