I praise the Frenchman [Voltaire], his remark was shrewd —
How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
But grant me still a friend in my retreat
Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.


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I praise the Frenchman [Voltaire], his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat...

I praise the Frenchman [Voltaire], his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat...

I praise the Frenchman [Voltaire], his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat...

I praise the Frenchman [Voltaire], his remark was shrewd — How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat...