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Wounds "lyric" .. .. How happy is he born & taught.... That 7th not another’s will.... Whose armor is his honest thought.... And simple truth his utmost skill.... .. .. Whose passions not his masters are.... Whose soul is still prepared for death.... United unto the worldly care.... Of public fame or private breath.... .. .. Who envies none that chance that raise.... Or vice who never understand.... How deepest wounds are given by praise....