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Is Heaven then kinder to thy flocks than thee?
Not so: thy pasture richer, but remote;

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In part, remote: for that remoter part
Man bleats from Instinct, though, perhaps, debauch'd
By Sense, his Reason sleeps, nor dreams the cause.
The cause how obvious, when his Reason wakes!
His grief is but his grandeur in disguise;
And discontent is immortality.