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34. The Change.
I once thought solace had been bound to serveMy will for ever, 'cause she us'd to carve
Such mellow morcels to my sense, when I
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When first I entred on this mortal stage,
I challeng'd peace and pleasure as my page;
My heart swom light, cleaving the glorious seas
Of consolation, bliss, content and ease,
With such fair gales, that I thought common pleasure
Was mine successively, my fathers treasure
Which he transferr'd to me; but now I find
It is as apt to vary as the wind.
When I was lull'd in the indulgent arms
Of my dear nurse, and tickled by her charms,
I knew no doubt, nor did I fear the danger
Of future chance; bad fortune was a stranger
Unto my sense; I little thought to see
The dismal furies now tormenting me.
Fate promis'd fairly, when she us'd to bring
Each hour a mess to me well rellishing.
But now her bounty is so poor and slender,
That I can guess her but a meer pretender.
But let her do her worst, now I assure ye,
Sweet Sack hath set me up above her fury.
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