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E Catalectis vet. Poet.
A small well-gotten Stock and Countrey seatI have, yet my content makes both seem great.
My quiet Soul to fears is not inur'd,
And from the sins of Idlenesse secur'd:
Others may seek the Camp, others the Town,
And fool themselves with pleasure or renown;
Let me unminded in the common crowd
Live Master of the time that I'm allow'd.
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