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Abandon'd, ſtript of all my Store,
My Pride remain'd, tho' I was poor;
Nor could I bear the cruel Fate,
To ſneak, where I had ſhin'd of late;
Beſides, my Face was us'd, and grown 70
Familiar to th' inconſtant Town.
Now what to do in my Decline?
Viſit the Realms beyond the Line.
To the new World, I gueſs'd, I might
Appear yet new, and gueſs'd aright; 75
For ſoon as I had reach'd thoſe Iſles,
Where Nature in full Vigour ſmiles,
My Stratagems again took place,
I found again my tempting Face,
Which there for the full Price was ſold, 80
Like caſt lac'd Cloaths, to Europe old.
Behold me now once more in State!
Tribes of black Slaves around me wait,
And
