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AVARICE
As he, whose destiny do's prove
To dangle in the Aire above,
Do's loose his life for want of Air,
That only fell to be his share:
So he, whom Fate at once design'd
To Plenty and a wretched minde,
Is but condemnd to rich Distress,
And starves with Niggardly excesse.
So Ships that chance to run aground
Are oft for want of water drown'd.
To dangle in the Aire above,
Do's loose his life for want of Air,
That only fell to be his share:
So he, whom Fate at once design'd
To Plenty and a wretched minde,
Is but condemnd to rich Distress,
And starves with Niggardly excesse.
So Ships that chance to run aground
Are oft for want of water drown'd.
[A Miser]
Who with an upright Heart Lov'd Gold,
Not to injoy but t' have, and hold,
And was it's tru, and Real Friend
Without the least Designe, or end.
Observd it only for it self
As hidden Treasure's by an Elfe.
Who with an upright Heart Lov'd Gold,
Not to injoy but t' have, and hold,
And was it's tru, and Real Friend
Without the least Designe, or end.
Observd it only for it self
As hidden Treasure's by an Elfe.
In all the world, there is no vice
Less Prone t' excess then Avarice;
It neither cares for food, nor clothing:
Nature's Content with little, that with nothing.
Less Prone t' excess then Avarice;
It neither cares for food, nor clothing:
Nature's Content with little, that with nothing.
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