 | Poetick Miscellanies of Mr John Rawlet |  |
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A Plain Paraphrase.
Let who will climb to heights of Honour, whereWhat they with labour get, they hold with fear.
On lower ground give me an humble nest,
In private shades with peace and safety blest;
Here I'f in silence pass my sliding years,
Strange to great men, strange to their cares and fears
In this obscure, quiet recess shall I
An honest Country Parson live and die.
But dreadful terrors do his death attend,
Who all his time in crouds and noise doth spend;
Knows not himself, nor thinks of his last end.
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