Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home, rest and expatiates in a life to come.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always
Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy, and confin’d from home, rest and expatiates in a life to come.
