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A few grey hairs his rev'rend temples crown'd,
'Twas very want that sold them for two pound.
What ev'n deny'd a cordial at his end,
Banish'd the Doctor, and expell'd the friend?
What but a want, which you perhaps think mad,
Yet numbers feel; the want of what he had.
Cutler and Brutus, dying both exclaim,
"Virtue! and Wealth! what are ye but a Name?"
'Twas very want that sold them for two pound.
What ev'n deny'd a cordial at his end,
Banish'd the Doctor, and expell'd the friend?
What but a want, which you perhaps think mad,
Yet numbers feel; the want of what he had.
Cutler and Brutus, dying both exclaim,
"Virtue! and Wealth! what are ye but a Name?"
Say, for such worth are other worlds prepar'd?
Or are they both, in this, their own reward?
That knotty point, my Lord, shall I discuss,
Or tell a Tale?—A Tale—it follows thus.
Or are they both, in this, their own reward?
That knotty point, my Lord, shall I discuss,
Or tell a Tale?—A Tale—it follows thus.
Where [1]London's Column pointing at the skies
Like a tall Bully, lifts the head, and lyes:
There dwelt a Citizen of sober fame,
A plain good man, and Balaam was his name.
Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth———
His word would pass for more than he was worth.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
Like a tall Bully, lifts the head, and lyes:
There dwelt a Citizen of sober fame,
A plain good man, and Balaam was his name.
Religious, punctual, frugal, and so forth———
His word would pass for more than he was worth.
One solid dish his week-day meal affords,
An added pudding solemniz'd the Lord's.
- ↑ The Monument built in Memory of the Fire of London, with an Inscription importing that City to have been burn'd by the Papists.
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