human
Heaven would no bargain for its blessings drive
gpt
Some lazy ages lost in sleep and ease, No action leave to busy chronicles; Such whose _supine felicity_ but makes In story chasms, in epochas mistakes, O'er whom Time gently shakes his wings of down, Till with his silent sickle they are mown,
human
Let envy, then, those crimes within you see From which the happy never must be free; Envy that does with misery reside, The joy and the revenge of ruined pride.
gpt
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