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 But cou'd we with our Fates contend, Say, why? hou'd we our Fortunes mend?


 * us uppoe we had puru'd

That Path, where treads each cotive Prude, Perhaps, with ome rough, Country Boor, And lawful Brats full Half a Score, We might have dragg'd a tarving Life. For what? For the weet Name of Wife!

LODGE, not baely thus confin'd, We've nobly liv'd for all Mankind, Drove teady on, nor cat one Look behind!