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Absence for a Time.
I dread this tedious Time more than
A Fop to miss a Fashion,
Or the Pope's Head Tavern can
Dread the long Vacation.
A Fop to miss a Fashion,
Or the Pope's Head Tavern can
Dread the long Vacation.
This time's as troublesome to me,
As th' Town when Mony's spent;
Grave Lectures to a Debauchee,
Or Whigs to th' Government.
As th' Town when Mony's spent;
Grave Lectures to a Debauchee,
Or Whigs to th' Government.
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Methinks I almost wish 'twas torn
Out of the Rolls of Fate;
Or that some Pow'r, till his return,
Wou'd me annihilate.
Out of the Rolls of Fate;
Or that some Pow'r, till his return,
Wou'd me annihilate.
But I, alas, must be content,
Upon necessity;
Since him, untill this time be spent,
I cannot hope to see.
Upon necessity;
Since him, untill this time be spent,
I cannot hope to see.
No more than we can hope to have
The Life of perfect bliss,
Till by Afflictions, and the Grave,
We're separate from this.
The Life of perfect bliss,
Till by Afflictions, and the Grave,
We're separate from this.
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