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Carolina

or, Loyal Poems. By Tho. Shipman

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See now, fair Cælia, neither Wealth nor Youth
Can true content secure, or vouch for truth.
In rich and beauteous Meads sweet Flowers grow;
His craggy Rocks have precious Stones below.
Unpractis'd Youth may lavish out Love's store,
Turn Bankrupt, and forsake you, being poor.
His Age will be so frugal not to waste
That treasure, but preserve it to the last.
No other Rival now sure dares advance,
Unless that thin-gut-chap-fall'n Temperance.

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Although your Empire great as Cæsar's were;
A meager Cassius you may justly fear,
Abstemious Zealots ruin'd England more,
Than all its jolly Heroes did before.
O Cœlia! ne'r to such become a Prey;
Make use of fleeting Joys whilst they will stay;
Since Life's confined to so short a day.
A right Good-Fellow daily whets delight,
Returning briskly as to th' Wedding Night.
Life's fed with Love; as Men with Oysters dine;
They cloy, if not digested well with Wine.
Heightned with mirth, and Sack, he entertains
His Spouse, with various sorts of pleasing Scenes.
Wit's requisite in Love, as in a Play;
To recompence the labour of the Day.