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 246 THE POEMS OP ANNE �A great Example lay. �I, here Entomb' d, did mighty Kingdoms sway, Two Cities raised in one prodigious Day: Thou wandering Traveller, no longer gaze, No longer dwell upon this useless Place; Go Feed, and Drink, in Sports consume thy Life; For All that else we gain's not worth a Moment* s Strife. Thus! talks the Fool, whom no Restraint can bound, When now the Glass has gone a frequent round ; 241 �When soaring Fancy lightly swims, Fancy, that keeps above, and dances o'er the Brims ; Whilst weighty Reason sinks, and in the bot- tom's drown'd: Adds to his Own, an artificial Fire, �Doubling ev'ry hot Desire, Till th' auxiliary Spirits, in a Flame, The Stomach's Magazine defy, That standing Pool, that helpless Moisture nigh Thro' every Vital part impetuous fly, 250 �And quite consume the Frame; When to the Under- world despis'd he goes, A pamper'd Carcase on the Worms bestows, �Who rioting on the unusual Chear, As good a Life enjoy, as he could boast of here. �VII �But hold my Muse! thy farther Flight restrain, �Exhaust not thy declining Force, Nor in a long, pursu'd, and breathless Course, �Attempt, with slacken'd speed, to run Through ev'ry Vanity beneath the Sun, 260 �Lest thy o'erweary'd Reader, should complain, That of all Vanities beside, ��� �