Matthew Prior on Life
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“Amid two seas, on one small point of land, Wearied, uncertain, and amazed we stand.”
“Who breathes must suffer; and who thinks, must mourn; And he alone is bless'd who ne'er was born.”
“So vanishes our state; so pass our days; So life but opens now, and now decays; The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh, To live is scarce distinguish'd from to die.”