And if in his days of affluence

Without a pipe annoy’d tarry,

He will curse the truth of his existence

And all his life، fag، vex and worry. •••

O, how sweet is life in fancy’s realm

Whene’er a man life no more can bear,

Where him no want nor sorrow can o’erwhelm.

Nor riches nor revels his calm stir. •••

O fancy, thou shalt ever mistress reign,

With thy boundless bounty all to sustain.

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