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But cou'd we with our Fates contend, 120
Say, why? ſhou'd we our Fortunes mend?

Let us ſuppoſe we had purſu'd
That Path, where treads each coſtive Prude,
Perhaps, with ſome rough, Country Boor,
And lawful Brats full Half a Score, 125
We might have dragg'd a ſtarving Life.
For what? For the ſweet Name of Wife!

No LODGE, not baſely thus confin'd, $\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
We've nobly liv'd for all Mankind,
Drove ſteady on, nor caſt one Look behind! 130

FINIS.