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AN ALLEGORY.
Contentment, seated on thy doorstep, see!Humble and meek, and plain in her attire:
Fain would she enter; at thy least desire,
With cheapest entertainment, welcome free,
(Nought else), she blessings brings to thine and thee:
Will make thy Little Much; ay, more and higher
Than all which they who spurn her would require!
Whose wishes, as their shadows to them, be!
Thou spurn'st her from thy door! And presently
Trips by Dalilah Fortune, with her smile,
Her harlot-smile, gewgaws, and bravery,
And thee and thine doth cozen and beguile,
With fawns and flatteries; but by and by
She'll shear thy strength, spit at thee, and revile!
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