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(4) And ask a fond Lover, where wisdom he places,

To be sure in his mistress, her charms, and her graces;

But let the free Lad speak the joy of his soul,

’Tis a sparkling Glass, and a smiling full Bowl.

The Miser is wretched, unhappy, and poor;

He suffers great want in the midst of his store:

The Lover’s disconsolate, mopish and sad,

For that which when gain’d, would soon make him mad,

The Misers a Foo’, and the Lover s an Ass,

And be only’s Wife, who adores the full Glass.

Let the Miser then hug up his ill-gotten Pelf,

And to reed empty bags, he may starve his ownself,

Let the Lover still languish ’twixt hope and despair,

And doat on a face as inconstant as fair:

But still may his bliss be as great as his soul,

Who pays no devoir but to Wine and the bowl.