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The Life of a Fool. A Song.
A fool enjoys the Sweets of Life,
Unwounded by its Cares;
His Passions never are at Strife;
He hope's not, He, nor fear's.
Unwounded by its Cares;
His Passions never are at Strife;
He hope's not, He, nor fear's.
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If Fortune smiles, as smile she will,
Upon her booby Brood,
The Fool anticipates no Ill,
But reaps the present Good.
Upon her booby Brood,
The Fool anticipates no Ill,
But reaps the present Good.
Or should, thro' Love of Change, her Wheels
Her fav'rite Bantling cross,
The happy Fool no Anguish feels,
He weighs not Gain or Loss.
Her fav'rite Bantling cross,
The happy Fool no Anguish feels,
He weighs not Gain or Loss.
When Knaves o'er-reach, and Friends betray,
Whilst Men of Sense run mad,
Fools, careless, whistle on—and say,
'Tis silly to be sad.
Whilst Men of Sense run mad,
Fools, careless, whistle on—and say,
'Tis silly to be sad.
Since free from Sorrow, Fear, and Shame,
A Fool thus Fate defies,
The greatest Folly I can name
Is to be Overwise.
A Fool thus Fate defies,
The greatest Folly I can name
Is to be Overwise.
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