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i also think—so may i be a bride!
that so much ughter, so much life enjoy'd.
thou man of crazy care and ceaseless sigh,
still under bleak misfortune's bsting eye;
doom'd to that sorest task of man alive—
to make three guineas do the work of five:
ugh in misfortune's face—the beldam witch!
say, you'll be merry, tho' you 't be rich.
thou other man of care, the wret love,
who long with jiltish airs and arts hast strove;
who, as the boughs all temptingly project,
measur'st in desperate thought—a rope—thy neck—
or, where the
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