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O, foolish boy—To virtuous fame If now thy early hopes be vow'd, If true ambition's nobler flame Command thy footsteps from the croud, Lean not to Love's inchanting snare; His dances, his delights beware,

By thought, by dangers, and by toils, The wreath of just renown is worn; Nor will ambition's awful spoils The flowry pomp of ease adorn: But