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 But if a little Exercise you , Some Zest for Ease, 'tis not forbidden here. Amid the Groves you may indulge the Muse, Or tend the Blooms, and deck the vernal Year; Or softly stealing, with your watry , Along the Brooks, the crimson-spotted Fry You may delude: The whilst, amus'd, you hear Now the hoarse Stream, and now the Zephyr's Sigh,

O grievous Folly! to heap up Estate, Losing the Days you see beneath the Sun; When, sudden, comes blind unrelenting Fate, And gives th'untasted Portion you have won, With ruthless Toil, and many a Wretch undone, To Those who mock you gone to Pluto's Reign, There with sad Ghosts to pine, and Shadows dun: But sure it is of Vanities most vain,