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[ 8 ] Let the Miſer then hug up his ill gotten Pelf, And to feed empty bags, he may ſtarve his ownſelf, Let the Lover ſtill languiſh ’twixt hope & 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.