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 tis all a cheat, Yet, fooled with hope, men favour the deceit ; Trust on, and think to-morrow will repay ; To-morrow's falser than the former day ; Lies worse ; and, while it says we shall be blest With some new joys, cuts off what we possest.  The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes ... - Page 171 by John Dryden - 1808 Full view -
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