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Tixall Poetry.
Ah! too reserv'd, too good, too sweet, too fayre,
Tafflict your selfe, and make all else dispaire.
Tafflict your selfe, and make all else dispaire.
On the World.
This world into a just contempt must fall,
Where reason rules, or where men think at all.
'Tis nothing but stupidity can prize,
Its airy hopes, and glittering vanitys.
These may surprise a man of sense, 'tis true,
But they can never stand a second view.
Where reason rules, or where men think at all.
'Tis nothing but stupidity can prize,
Its airy hopes, and glittering vanitys.
These may surprise a man of sense, 'tis true,
But they can never stand a second view.
