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 * , tript of all my Store,

My Pride remain'd, tho' I was poor; Nor could I bear the cruel Fate, To neak, where I had hin'd of late; Beides, my Face was us'd, and grown Familiar to th' incontant Town.


 * what to do in my Decline?

Viit the Realms beyond the Line. To the new World, I gues'd, I might Appear yet new, and gues'd aright; For oon as I had reach'd thoe Iles, Where Nature in full Vigour miles, My Stratagems again took place, I found again my tempting Face, Which there for the full Price was old, Like cat lac'd Cloaths, to Europe old.


 * me now once more in State!

Tribes of black Slaves around me wait, And