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We'll be merry and wiss, but for Bloodshed we bar it,
[craft I'm sure Cou'd betray thee to th? Arms of a Pockify'd Whore, Well, 'eis vain to repinc, Boy, let us drink away Sorrow, Use thy Freedom to Night, Man, let the Pank reign to
DEE TERRITORIO CORTE
AEAODIAOHAO An Imitation of the 14th Epod in Hor. Mollis Inertia cur tantam difuderit imis
Arente Fauce traxerim,
Why your Lampoon lies still undone, '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 :