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Philosophy I now esteem'd,
The ornament of youth,
And carefully, thro' many a page,
I hunted after truth;
Ten thousand various schemes I try'd,
But yet was pleased with none;
I threw them by, and turn'd my pipe,
To John of Badenyon.
And now ye youngsters every-where,
Who want to make a show,
Take heed in time, nor vainly hope,
For happiness below.
What you may fancy pleasure,
Is but an empty name,
For girls, and friends, and books also,
You ll find them all the same.
Then be advis'd, and warning take,
From such a man as me,
I'm neither Pope nor Cardinal,
Nor one of high degree;
You'll find displeasure every-where,
Then do as I have done,
E'en turn your pipe and please yourself,
With John of Badenyon.
THE LANGUISHING LOVER.
Through the desarts of Greenland,
Where the Sun never cast an eye;
