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 COUNTESS OP WINCHILSEA ���75 ������A Life, that can no Envy yield; �Want of Affluence my Shield. �Thus, had Crassus been content, �When from Marius Rage he went, �With the Seat that Fortune gave, �The commodious ample Cave, �Form'd, in a divided Rock, 210 �By some mighty Earthquake's Shock, �Into Rooms of every Size, �Fair, as Art cou'd e'er devise, �Leaving, in the marble Roof, ('Gainst all Storms and Tempests proof) �Only Passage for the Light, �To refresh the chearful Sight, �Whilst Three Sharers in his Fate, �On th' Escape with Joy dilate, �Beds of Moss their Bodies bore, 220 �Canopy'd with Ivy o'er; �Rising Springs, that round them play'd, �O'er the native Pavement stray'd ; �When the Hour arriv'd to Dine, �Various Meats, and sprightly Wine, �On some neighb'ring Cliff they spy'd; �Every Day a-new supply'd �By a Friend's entrusted Care; �Had He still continu'd there, �Made that lonely wond'rous Cave 230 �Both his Palace, and his Grave; �Peace and Rest he might have found, (Peace and Rest are under Ground) �Nor have been in that Retreat, �Fam'd for a Proverbial Fate ; �In pursuit of Wealth been caught, �And punish' d with a golden Draught. ��� �