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This the partition made by fate : 



Oh ! take them both together ; 

 And know that, in this checquer'd state, 



The one is worth the other. 



Give me, whatever I possess, 



To know and fegl it all, 

 When youth and love no more can bless, 



Lpt death obey my call. 



Or turn my senses then to stone : 



Let cold IndifF'rence live ; 

 But bring her not till youth is flown, 



And all that love can give. 



Too soon, alas ! that torpid state 



Benumbing age will bring : 

 I would not rashly tempt my fate, 



To blast the present spring. 



A HOT DAY. Wriiteti in a hoi Night. 



WHAT a plague's a summer breakfast, 

 Eat whate'er you will ! 

 Bread and butter's a nasty thing ; 

 Toast is nastier still. 



Then how to pass the time away 



Till dinner— there's the doubt ; 

 You're hot if you stay in the house, 



You're hot if you go out. 



When dinner comes, Lord help us all ! 



Such frying, such a stew ; 

 You're hot if you don't touch a bit, 



You're hotter if you do. 



Then after dinner what to do ; 



No knowing where to move, 

 The gentlemen are hot below, 



Thp ladies hot above. 



^nd now the kettle comes again ; 



That's not the way to cool one ; 

 Tea makes an empty stomach hot, 



And hotter still a full one. 



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