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The Wise Builder.
A TALE.
Wise
Socrates had built a Farm,
Little, convenient, snug, and warm,
Secur'd from Rain and Wind:
A Gallant whisper'd in his Ear,
Shall the Great Socrates live here?
To this mean Cell confin'd?
Little, convenient, snug, and warm,
Secur'd from Rain and Wind:
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Shall the Great Socrates live here?
To this mean Cell confin'd?
The Furniture's my chiefest Care,
Reply'd the Sage, here's room to spare,
Sweet Sir, for I and you;
When this with faithful Friends is fill'd,
An ampler Palace I shall build;
'Till then, this Cott must do.
Reply'd the Sage, here's room to spare,
Sweet Sir, for I and you;
When this with faithful Friends is fill'd,
An ampler Palace I shall build;
'Till then, this Cott must do.
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