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Rh And if, amid this dear delight,

My thoughts did home rebound,

I well might reckon it a slight

To the high cheer I found.

Oblivion here thy wisdom is,

Thy thrift, the sleep of cares;

For a proud idleness like this

Crowns all thy mean affairs.