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Some careless waste the mirthful Day
With generous Wines, and wanton Play,
Indulgent of the genial Hour
By Spring, or Rill, in Shade, or Bow'r.
With generous Wines, and wanton Play,
Indulgent of the genial Hour
By Spring, or Rill, in Shade, or Bow'r.
Some hear with Joy the clanging Jar
Of Trumpets, that alarm to War,
While Matrons tremble at the Breath
That calls their Sons to Arms and Death.
Of Trumpets, that alarm to War,
While Matrons tremble at the Breath
That calls their Sons to Arms and Death.
The Sportsman, train'd in Storms, defies
The chilling Blast, and freezing Skies:
Unmindful of his Bride, in vain
Soft Beauty pleads! along the Plain
The Stag he chases, or beguiles
The furious Boar into his Toyles.
The chilling Blast, and freezing Skies:
Unmindful of his Bride, in vain
Soft Beauty pleads! along the Plain
The Stag he chases, or beguiles
The furious Boar into his Toyles.
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