Wise wretch! with pleasures too refined to please; With too much spirit to be e'er at ease With too much quickness ever to be taught; With too much thinking to have common thought. You purchase pain with all that joy can give, And die of nothing but a rage to live.
Source: Moral Essays, 1720-1735, Epistle II, To Mrs. M. Blount, 1735
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