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Life's smallest miseries are, perhaps, its worst: Great sufferings have great strength: there is a pride In the bold energy that braves the worst, And bears proud in the bearing; but the heart Consumes with those small sorrows, and small shames, Which crave, yet cannot ask for sympathy. They blush that they exist, and yet how keen The pang that they inflict!