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“Here I am pamper'd in my native Soil,
“And trade to foreign Climates with my Oil;
“I've all that Heart can wish I flourish without Toil
“The middle State is surely best,
“This Truth, the Trees who're wise, do all attest.
“Tempestuous Winds the lofty Cedars crush,
“Ev'ry rude Foot treads down the Bramble Bush:
“But I'm above Contempt, below Envy;
“In this sweet State I've liv'd, in this I'll dy.
“Then tempt me not to leave this happy Land,
“For Crowns and Scepters, and a wide Command,
“My Father told me, who was wise and good,
“'Tis dang'rous to be born of Royal Blood,
“Moe Thorns are in the Crown, than in the Wood.
“Go to the Senate, you're their servile Slave,
“A Parasite, a young pregmatick Knave;
“Tell them their Choice is wrong, they're crasy grown,
“I wou'd not give a Shilling for their Crown.
“God's pity him ordain'd to reign by Fate,
“He rules a giddy and a factious State;
“Poor, tho' he's Rich; and Wretched, tho' he's Great.
“And trade to foreign Climates with my Oil;
“I've all that Heart can wish I flourish without Toil
“The middle State is surely best,
“This Truth, the Trees who're wise, do all attest.
“Tempestuous Winds the lofty Cedars crush,
“Ev'ry rude Foot treads down the Bramble Bush:
“But I'm above Contempt, below Envy;
“In this sweet State I've liv'd, in this I'll dy.
“Then tempt me not to leave this happy Land,
“For Crowns and Scepters, and a wide Command,
“My Father told me, who was wise and good,
“'Tis dang'rous to be born of Royal Blood,
“Moe Thorns are in the Crown, than in the Wood.
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“A Parasite, a young pregmatick Knave;
“Tell them their Choice is wrong, they're crasy grown,
“I wou'd not give a Shilling for their Crown.
“God's pity him ordain'd to reign by Fate,
“He rules a giddy and a factious State;
“Poor, tho' he's Rich; and Wretched, tho' he's Great.
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