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Tranquil equally when the thunder rumbles,
And when the sweet hope of a fertile harvest
Charms the rustic citizen in his labors.
Whom a sage pursued by rigorous fate
Perhaps I am mistaken, and the charming accounts
That you are undoubtedly preparing to give us
On the inclinations of hearts, the talents of spirits,
And on the customs of different countries,