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THE MODERATE MAN.
How shall the money flow into my pocket?
Swift grow the fortunes of men, and their pride.
Small my estate, though I labor to stock it,
Left of my father, fourfold to divide.
Swift grow the fortunes of men, and their pride.
Small my estate, though I labor to stock it,
Left of my father, fourfold to divide.
Money to dress these fair girls of mine finely,
Catch a rich suitor, and rivet him fast;
Couches of silk to repose on supinely,
Wooing the life-joys gone by with the past.
Catch a rich suitor, and rivet him fast;
Couches of silk to repose on supinely,
Wooing the life-joys gone by with the past.
Soon my young master asks horses to ease him,
Saucy at college, at billiards most brave;
Endless devices shall plunder and please him,
Youth must have follies, and parents can save.
Saucy at college, at billiards most brave;
Endless devices shall plunder and please him,
Youth must have follies, and parents can save.
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Nay, thou art pampered e'en now out of measure,
Lackest no comfort through hunger or grief;
Dances and festivals bring needless pleasure,
Seen to depart with a sigh of relief.
Lackest no comfort through hunger or grief;
Dances and festivals bring needless pleasure,
Seen to depart with a sigh of relief.
See where my lost ones sit low in their mourning,
Sunken the bosom, and hollow the cheek;
There may thy spirit find better adorning
With the inheritance vowed to the meek.
Sunken the bosom, and hollow the cheek;
There may thy spirit find better adorning
With the inheritance vowed to the meek.
Seeking the boasting, the tinsel, the racket,
Little thou learn'st Life's miraculous art:
Let the gold rather flow out of thy pocket;
Then may the mercy flow into thy heart.
Little thou learn'st Life's miraculous art:
Let the gold rather flow out of thy pocket;
Then may the mercy flow into thy heart.
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