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Thy pious father, ere the thefts of age
Decaying strength, should his stiff limbs engage
In an uneasie rest, to level all
Accounts with heaven, doth to remembrance call
A vow, which though in hot affliction made
Whilst passions short ephemera's did invade
His troubled soul, doth now, when the disease
Time had expung'd, from solitary ease
Call him again to an unwilling view
Oth' active world, in a long journey to
Forlorn Enna, unto whose Temple he
Had vow'd, if fortune lent him libertie,
Till tir'd with the extreams of weary age,
The cheap devotion of a pilgrimage.
Decaying strength, should his stiff limbs engage
In an uneasie rest, to level all
Accounts with heaven, doth to remembrance call
A vow, which though in hot affliction made
Whilst passions short ephemera's did invade
His troubled soul, doth now, when the disease
Time had expung'd, from solitary ease
Call him again to an unwilling view
Oth' active world, in a long journey to
Forlorn Enna, unto whose Temple he
Had vow'd, if fortune lent him libertie,
Till tir'd with the extreams of weary age,
The cheap devotion of a pilgrimage.
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