December 08, 1769
of those souls [?] with our Bodies that
are changeable as the Wind, that we can
no more promise ourselves Constancy, or
[?] to any succeeding hour,
than we can [?] our Breath.
The Experiments of Life which
are almost [?] with us, and
which we are [?]
to use, are curious & [?] so inviting,
that the most focused among us with
difficulty [escape being gulph'd?] there-
-in; & am Excess of those, tho the very hills
of our Natures is [unavoidably?] fatal;
for the intangled Life will [?], & the
[free] may be suffocated in its native [?]
-ny. It is not this Globe of Earth, or any
thing it contains that can give us a
Greatness of Mind equal to the Excesses
of Trouble & of Joy that fall to our Lot.
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