Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.1 The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
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Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 95.
Note 1. Thus we never live, but we hope to live; and always disposing ourselves to be happy.Blaise Pascal: Thoughts, chap. v. 2. [back]