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In the turmoil of our lives. / Men are like politic states, or troubled seas. / Tossed up and down with several storms and tempests. / Change and variety of wrecks and fortunes; / Till, labouring to the havens of our homes. / We struggle for the calm that crowns our ends. / --Ford
Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear. / A sigh the absent claims, the dead a tear. / --Pope.