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WILL not build on yonder mount: And, should you call me to account, Consulting with myself, I find, It was no levity of mind. Whatever I promis'd or intended, No fault of mine, the scheme is ended: Nor can you tax me as unsteady, I have a hundred causes ready: All risen since that flattering time, When Drapier's hill appear'd in rhyme. I am, as now too late I find, The greatest cully of mankind: The lowest boy in Martin's school May turn and wind me like a fool. How could I form so wild a vision, To seek, in deserts, Fields Elysian? To live in fear, suspicion, variance, With thieves, fanaticks, and barbarians? But here my lady will object; Your deanship ought to recollect, That, near the knight of Gosford plac'd, Whom you allow a man of taste, Your intervals of time to spend With so conversable a friend, It would not signify a pin Whatever climate you were in. 'Tis true, but what advantage comes To me from all a usurer's plumbs; Though