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III.
For thy inconstant sea, no more,
I'le leave that safe and solid shore.
No, tho' to prosper in the cheat,
Thou shouldst my destiny defeat,
And make me be belov'd, or rich, or great;
Nor from myselfe shouldst me reclaim,
With all the noise, and all the pomp of fame.
Judiciously I'de thee despise,
Too small the bargain, and too great the price,
For them to cosen twice.
At length this secret I have learn'd,
Who will be happy will be unconcern'd:
Must all their comfort in their bosom wear,
And seek their treasure and their power there.
For thy inconstant sea, no more,
I'le leave that safe and solid shore.
No, tho' to prosper in the cheat,
Thou shouldst my destiny defeat,
And make me be belov'd, or rich, or great;
Nor from myselfe shouldst me reclaim,
With all the noise, and all the pomp of fame.
Judiciously I'de thee despise,
Too small the bargain, and too great the price,
For them to cosen twice.
At length this secret I have learn'd,
Who will be happy will be unconcern'd:
Must all their comfort in their bosom wear,
And seek their treasure and their power there.
IV.
No other wealth will I aspire
But that of nature to admire;
Nor envy on a laurell will bestow,
While there do any in my garden grow.
And when I would be great,
'Tis but ascending to a seat,
No other wealth will I aspire
But that of nature to admire;
Nor envy on a laurell will bestow,
While there do any in my garden grow.
And when I would be great,
'Tis but ascending to a seat,
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