— I’m sick to death — Oh when shall I get loose From this vain world, the abode of guilt and sorrow! — And yet methinks a beam of light breaks in On … - Joseph Addison

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— I’m sick to death — Oh when shall I get loose From this vain world, the abode of guilt and sorrow! — And yet methinks a beam of light breaks in On my departing soul. Alas! I fear 95 I’ve been too hasty. O ye powers that search The heart of man, and weigh his inmost thoughts, If I have done amiss, impute it not! — The best may err, but you are good, and — oh! [Dies.]