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Several Occasions.
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Around all Birds obscene loud-screaming fly,
Clang their black Wings, and shriek along the Sky:
The Ground perverse, tho' bare and barren, breeds
All Poisons, Foes to Life, and noxious Weeds:
But blasted frequent by th' unwholsome Sky,
Dead fall the Birds, the very Poisons die.

Full in the Entrance of the dreadful Doors,
Old Age, half vanish'd to a Ghost, deplores:
Prop'd on his Crutch he drags with many a Groan
The Load of Life, yet dreads to lay it down.

There, downward driving an unnumber'd Band,
Intemp'rance and Disease, walk hand in hand;
These, Torment, whirling with remorseless Sway
A Scourge of Iron, lashes on the Way.

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