The Rambling Rakes or, London Libertines. By the Author of The Step to the Bath [i.e. by Edward Ward] |
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[When the Tubb'd Cynick went to Hell, and there]
When the Tubb'd Cynick went to Hell, and thereFound the pale Ghost of Golden Crœsus bare;
He stops, and jeering till he shrugs again,
Says, O thou Richest King of Kings! What gain
Have all thy Large heaps brought thee, since I spy
Thee here alone, and poorer now then I?
For all I had, I with me bring; but thou,
Of all thy Wealth, hast not one Farthing now.
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[Night, Wine, and Love, no Moderation bear]
Night, Wine, and Love, no Moderation bear;Night knows no Shame, or Love and Wine no Fear.
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[If such a Trick won't cool the Lust of Man]
If such a Trick won't cool the Lust of Man,Sure nothing but Age, Death, or Sickness, can:
Reader take Care of Jilts, for here you see,
Living or Dead, they have been Plagues to me.
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