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And at death not lament thee with teavs,
But lay myfelf down in tliy tomb,
No glory I covet, no riches I want.
Ambition is nothing to me ;
The one thing I beg of kind heav'n to grant, '
Is a mind independent and free.
By paflion unrufH'd, untainted with pride,
By reafon my life let me fquare ;
The wants of my natiare are cheaply fupply'd,
And the reft are but folly and care.
Thofe blefHngs which Providence kindly has lentj
I'll juftiy and gratefully prize ;
Whihl fweet meditation, and cheaifdl content,
Will make me both healthy and wife.
Plow vainly, thro'. infinite trouble and itrife,
The many their labours employ ? .
When all that is truly delightful in life
Is what all, if they will, may enjoy. ;
NOW that love's holiday is come,
And Madge the maid hath fwept the roomp' '
And trimm'd her fpit and pot,
Awake, my merry mufe, and ling
The revels, and that other thing
That muft not be forgot.
As the grey morning dawn'd, 'tis faid,
C/m«^(2 broke out of her bed,
Like Cynthia in her pride,
Where ail the maiden lights that were
Coinpris'd within our liemifphere,
Attended at her fide.