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ON Dr. THWAITES's quitting the Practice of PHYSIC, AND
Opening a GLASS WAREHOUSE, in Fleet-Street.
Experience, Thwaites, has made thee see
That Glass itself's less frail than we;
Ne'er bruis'd, and maim'd, to patch, and mend,
It can but break, and there's an End:
But Man, more fading than the Grass,
More brittle than the finest Glass,
Not only breaks, and falls to Dust,
By every Rub, by every Gust,
But suffers in ten thousand Ways;
In Health, in Wealth, in Love, in Praise;
In Things too nice for Tongue to speak—
Better to fall at once, and break.
Wisely, you, therefore, chose to deal
In Wares less liable to fail.
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