A thousand various Arts employ T'obtain what long they live not to enjoy. A Firft, magnificently gen'rous, tries

With Pomp and Shew to dazzle vulgar Eyes:

A Second labours to fecure his Fame

Upon his Manners, and his well-known Name:
A Third from Door to Door will go,

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And gain the Croud-by bowing popularly low. 35 But there's a common Law in Fate,

Which makes the Humble equal with the Great.

Nor Wealth, nor Titles can their Mafter fave: 'Tis buried all in the capacious Grave!

VI.

Not Beds of Down, with Coverlets of Gold,
Nor fofteft Lawn that can the Limbs infold,
Nor all the Charms which Harmony affords,

Nor the wild Melody of Birds,

Can lull their weary'd Lord to rest,

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Dignities among the ROMANS, who rather went beyond the Candidates for Seats in Parliament among us, in all the Acts of Popularity. In their Walks, fays Dr. KENNET, they took the meaneft Perfons by the Hand; and not only ufed the fami