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steal me not; I'm Mrs. Dingley's, Whose heart in this fourfooted thing lies.

fly from luxury and wealth, To hardships in pursuit of health; From generous wines and costly fare, And dozing in an easy chair; Pursue the goddess Health in vain, To find her in a country scene, And every where her footsteps trace, And see her marks in every face; And still her favourites we meet, Crowding the roads with naked feet. But, oh! so faintly we pursue, We ne'er can have her full in view.

glass, by lovers' nonsense blurr'd, Dims and obscures our sight: So when our passions Love has stirr'd, It darkens Reason's light.

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