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 8 And thrice he call'd on Marg’ret’a name, and thrice he wept full fore, Then laid his cheek on the cold earth, and words fpoke never mair.

The Happy Man.

WITH an honeft old friend an I a merry old fong, And a flalk of old port, let me fit the night long, And laugh at the malice of thofe that repine, That they muft drink porter, while I can drink wine I envy no mortal though ever fo great. Nor fcorn I the wretch for his lowly eftate, But what I abhor and efteem as a curfe. Is poornefs of fpirit not poornefs of purfe.

Then dare to be generous, danntlefs and gay ; Let’s merrily pafs life’s remainder away, Upheld by our friends, our foes we defpife; for the wore we are envied the higher we rife. FINIS