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A happy Life.
That which Creates a happy life,Is substance left, not gain'd by strife,
A fertile and a Thankfull mold,
A Chimney alwayes free from Cold;
Never to be the Client, nor
But seldome times the Counsellor.
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Whose strength doth most consist in Wit;
A Body nothing prone to be
Sick, a Prudent Simplicitie;
Such Friends as of ones own rank are;
Homely fare, not sought from farre;
The table without Arts help spread;
A night in Wine not buried,
Yet drowning Cares; a Bed that's blest
With true Joy, Chastity, and rest;
Such short sweet Slumber as may give
Less time to die in't, more to live:
Thine own Estate whate're commend,
And wish not for, nor fear thine end.
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