Bounty

by Elizabeth Ann   Sep 10, 2006


All that I bear is infinite…. And as trusting is my gait atop a noble manner there is boundless dignity. This store of character leads an average race, though inexhaustible are they exceptional for it is largely common; as theirs is a tireless step.

As fortune holds our hearts it’s rapture, but not until we’re founded some other glory that we’re bested. For sore thence made of our misfortune, and harmony offended, to prepare for this finest lesson in wisdom.

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