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greateft Misfortune is, that Gentlemen never 

 let themfelves heartily to it till 'tis commonly 

 very late, till Judgment and Reafon get the 

 Maflery of Paffion, and Death is ready to 

 fei2;e us. But I muft leave thefe Rural 

 Thoughts, with aii allufive Prologue proper to 

 the prefent Paragraph : 



Svpeet Solitude ! when Life s gay Hours arepajl^ 

 However we range^ in thee we fix at lafi : 

 Tcjl thro'* tempeftiious Seas 5 the Voyage o'er^ 

 Pale^ we look back^ and blefs thy friendly Shore. 

 OurownftriB Judges our pafi Life wefcan^ 

 And ask if Glory halje enlargdthe Span. 

 If bright the Profpe8, we the Grace defie^ 

 Truji future Ages, and contented die. 



Mr. Tickell 



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