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We'll be merry and wise, but for Bloodshed we bar it,
[craft I'm sure Cou'd betray thee to th? Arms of a Pockify'd Whore, Well, 'tis vain to repine, Boy, let us drink away Sorrow, Use thy Freedom to Nightg Man, let the Punk reign 10
An Imitation of the 14th Epod in Hor.
Arente Fauce traxerim,
'Fore George my Brain's grown addle;
Nor bid me Pegasus beftride ;
That cannot keep his Saddle?
This was the poor Anacreon's Cafe,
He pin’d away his Carcafe.
And was not this a hard Case?
If you a conftant Mifs have got, Thank Heaven devoutly for your Lot,
Such Bleffings are not common. While I, condemn'd to endless Pain, Muft tamely drag Belinda's Chain,
Yet know the's worse than - Woman.
A Tranflation from Horace of Mollis inertia,
50 poor Anacreon, as they fay,
Bewitch'd by powerful Love,
Lu Melancholy Grove.
The Mistress that you court, my Friend;
'Tis fit you fiould adore;
Yet know the is a Whore.
M A R.
Thus ftands my Condition :