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And what is this delicacy, I ask, which you blame?
Is it any thing but a greater sensibility to all the pleasures and pains of life?
and if the man of a delicate, refined temper, by being so much more alive than the rest of the world, is only so much more unhappy, what judgement must we form in general of human life?
Let men remain at rest, says our adversary, and they will be easy.

They are willing artificers of their own misery.

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