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I thought it was unwiie to repine at my lot, Or to bear with coid looks on the fhore,

So I pack'd up the trifling remnants I'd got ; And a trifle, alas ! was my ftore.

A handkerchief held all the treafure I had,

Which over my fhouider I threw ; Away then I trudg'd, v with a heart rather fad,

To join in fome joily fhip's crew.

The fea was lefs troubled by far than my mind,

For when the wide main I furvey'd ; I could nof help thinking the world was unkind,

And fortune, a ilippery jade..

And I vow'd, if once more I could take her in tow,

I'd let the ungrateful ones fee, That the turbulent winds and the billows might fhow

More kiadneis than they did to me.

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