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 But you resolv'd to have your jest, And 'twas a folly to contest; Then, since you now have done your worst, Pray leave me where you found me first."

'VE often wish'd that I had clear, For life, six hundred pounds a year, A handsome house to lodge a friend, A river at my garden's end, A terrace walk, and half a rood Of land, set out to plant a wood. Well, now I have all this and more, I ask not to increase my store; [" But here a grievance seems to lie, All this is mine but till I die; I can't but think 'twould sound more clever, To me and to my heirs for ever. "If I ne'er got or lost a groat, By any trick, or any fault; And if I pray by reason's rules, And not like forty other fools: " As

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