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The watchful guests still hint the last offence, The daughter's petulance, the son's expense ; Improve his heady rage with treach'rous skill, And mould his passions till they make his will.

Unnumber'd maladies his joints invade, Lay siege to life, and press the dire blockade; But unextinguish'd Avarice still remains, And dreaded losses aggravate his pains; He turns, with anxious heart and crippled

hands,

His bonds of debt, and mortgages of lands; Or views his coffers with suspicious eyes, Unlocks his gold, and counts it till he dies.

But grant, the virtues of a temperate prime Bless with an age exempt from scorn or crime; An age that melts in unperceived decay, And glides in modest innocence away; Whose peaceful day Benevolence endears, Whose night congratulating Consciencecheers; The general favourite as the general friend ; Such age there is, and who shall wish its end?

Yet even on this her load Misfortune flings, To press the weary minutes' flagging wings; New sorrow rises as the day returns, A sister sickens, or a daughter mourns. Now kindred Merit fills the sable bier, Now lacerated Friendship claims a tear; Year chases year, decay pursues decay, Still drops some joy from withering life away;

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