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7 Riches bring cares. I ask not wealth, Let ma enjoy but peace and health, I envy no: the great. Tis these alone can make me biest, The riches take of east and west, I claim not these, or state.

Tho' not extravagant, or near, But thro' the well-spent chequer'd year I'd have enough to live; To drink a bottle with a friend, Assist him in distress, ne'er lend, But rather freely give.

I too would with to sweeten life, A gentle, kind, good-natur'd wife Young sensible and fair; One who would love but me alone, Prefer my cot before a throne, And soothe my every care.

Thus happy with my wife and friend, My life I chearfully would spend, With no vain thoughts opprest: If Heaven has bliss for me in store, O grant me this. I ask no more, And I am truly blest.