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I fond of my well-chosen seat, My pictures, medals, books complete.. Or, should we mix our friendly talk, O’ershaded in that favourite walk, Which thy own hand had whilom planted,' 550 Both pleas'd with all we thought we wanted : Yet then, ev’n then, one cross reflection Would spoil thy grove, and my collection : Thy son, and his, ere that, may die, And Time some uncouth heir supply, Who shall for nothing else be known But spoiling all that thou hast done. Who set the twigs shall he remember That is in hafte to fell the timber? And what shall of thy woods remain,. Except the box that threw the main ?
Nay, may not Time and Death remove The near relations whom I love? And my coz Tom, or his coz Mary, (Who hold the plough, or skim the dairy): 565 My favourite books and pictures sell To Smart, or Doiley, by the ell ? Kindly throw in a little figure, And set the price upon the bigger? Those who could never read the grammar, - 570 When my dear volumes touch the hammer, May think books best, as richeft bound; My copper medals by the pound ..! May be with learned justice weigh'd ; '. To turn the balance, Otho's head in
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May be thrown in ; and, for the metal,
Tird with these thoughts—Less tir'd than I,
Sir, if it be your wisdom's aim
For Plato's fancies what care I?
If to be fad is to be wise,
Dear Drift, * to set our matters right,
* Mr. Prior's Secretary and Executor.
6 Siquis Deus inihi largiatur, ut ex hac ætate repu“ erafcam, & in cunis vagiam, valde recusem."
Cic. de Senecto
“ The bewailing of man's miseries hath been elegantly and
“ copiously set forth by many in the writings as well “of Philosophers as Divines ; and is both a pleasant " and a profitable contemplation.”