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337.
[Whoe'er for happiness relies]
Whoe'er for happiness reliesOn wealth, will never find it there,
But while the flattering shadow flies,
He sinks into the arms of care,
Reposes on a sleepless bed,
Or rests on thorns his aching head.
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