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 Ease, Health, and Life, for this we must resign, (Unsure the Tenure, but how vast the Fine!) The Great Man's Curse without the Gains endure, Be envy'd, wretched, and be flatter'd poor; All luckless Wits our Enemies profest, And all successful, jealous Friends at best. Nor Fame I slight, nor for her Favours call; She comes unlook'd for, if she comes at all: But if the Purchase costs so dear a Price, As soothing Folly, or exalting Vice: Oh! if the Muse must flatter lawless Sway, And follow still where Fortune leads the way; Or if no Basis bear my rising Name, But the fall'n Ruins of Another's Fame: Then teach me, Heaven! to scorn the guilty Bays; Drive from my Breast that wretched Lust of Praise; Un-