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(x) | With Frolicks drain your Souls ofall theirEarth, Ne'er Think, but Laugh, and Breathe no Air but Mirth. And now farewel, I muft with fpeed away, The Busom Gods keep Jubilee to Day 5 And all their Jollity will foon conclude, I£ I dont come and at an Interlude: | They vote me ftill the Prolocutor's Chair, Befides I am to make th’ Excezza there. ‘ RUES x x cw, di I BG Lr XS Se de de à de ee ae oh de de he Ce Soc coco Bey Sas Siino Upon the following "Tranſlation. ee awkard Folly is fo neatly drawn, And allitsCharms in Nakedzefs are fhown 3 Since barren Wifdom unattended fits, Andno Refped, and few Excomiums, meets, © Too poor to keep an Equipage of Wits, Bleft is the Senflefs Man, the thickeſt Skulls The grinning, harden’d and undaunted, Fool. Blef are the Durch, who this their Idol prize, And wifely fali its humble Votaries. TheirPraife, thePreſs does often ſpeak with Pain, The Prefs, to alla Pimp, and Bawd for Gain. | Toth’ World each ftrives to fhew his Zearned, Soul, And in great Letters writes himſelf an OWL. But tho’ when living they Abufes meet, By being dead they Fame and Credit get : In Epitaph fome Hundred Pounds are fpent, And every Fool hath then a Monument. a Jeafe, C5 Hither
