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<DATE>2010-12-03</DATE>
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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="poem">
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<HEAD>The Wi&s;h.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Corrected and augmented with a Second Part.</HEAD>
<P>Licen&s;ed <HI>December 11th.</HI> 1691.</P>
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<LG>
<HEAD>I.</HEAD>
<L>IF I live to be old, for I find I go down,</L>
<L>Let this be my Fate in a Country Town;</L>
<L>May I have a Warm hou&s;e, with a Stone at the Gate</L>
<L>And a Cleanly young Girl to rub my Bald-Pate.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>CHOR&V;S.</HEAD>
<L>May I govern my Pa&s;&s;ions with an Ab&s;o&s;ute Sway,</L>
<L>And grow wi&s;er, and better, as my Strength wears away,</L>
<L>Without Gout or Stone, by a gentle Decay.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>II.</HEAD>
<L>In a Country Town, by a Murmuring brook</L>
<L>With the Ocean at di&s;tance, whereon I may look,</L>
<L>With a &s;patious Plain, without Hedge, or Stile,</L>
<L>And an ea&s;ie Pad-Nagg to ride out a Mile.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>III.</HEAD>
<L>With <HI>Horace,</HI> and <HI>Petrarch,</HI> and two or three more</L>
<L>Of the be&s;t Wits, that Reign'd in the Ages before,</L>
<L>With Roa&s;t Mutton, rather then Veni&s;on, or Teal,</L>
<L>And Clean, tho' Coar&s;e Linnen, at every Meal.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>IV.</HEAD>
<L>With a Pudding on Sundays, and Stout humming Liquor,</L>
<L>And Remnants of <HI>Latine</HI> to Welcome the Vicar,</L>
<L>With <HI>Monte Fia&s;cone,</HI> and <HI>Burgundy</HI> Wine</L>
<L>To drink the Kings-health in, as oft as I Dine;</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>V.</HEAD>
<L>If to Sixty and odd, I &s;hould draw out my life,</L>
<L>May I not play the Fool then, and &s;teal a Young Wife.</L>
<L>Lea&s;t when I can't plea&s;e, I grow Jealous, and hate her,</L>
<L>Nor thrice a Week&punc;Spit out a Crude <HI>Ob&s;ervator.</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg"><HI>E&s;timet. Re&s;pon&s;um non dic|tum e&s;&s;e quia lae&s;it Prior.</HI> Ter. <HI>in</HI> Prolog. Eun. Vide Ob&s;ervat Vol. 3. N. 126.</NOTE></L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>VI.</HEAD>
<L>May I be neither Ob&s;ervator, or Trimmer,</L>
<L>Nor again&s;t the laws &s;tream an ob&s;tinate Swimmer;</L>
<L>May I mind what I &s;peak, what I write, and hear read,</L>
<L>But with matters of State, nere trouble my old head.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>VII.</HEAD>
<L>Nor Pre&s;ide in a Coffee Convention of Wits</L>
<L>Made up of Conceited, Pragmatical Cits.</L>
<L>Who greedily lick my Oraculous Spaul,</L>
<L>While I row to St. <HI>Peters</HI> with my face towards St. <HI>Paul.</HI></L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<HEAD>The Second Part.</HEAD>
<LG>
<HEAD>VIII.</HEAD>
<L>Tho' I care not for Riches, may I not be &s;o poor,</L>
<L>That the Rich without &s;hame, cannot enter my Door:</L>
<L>May they Court my conver&s;e, may they take much Delight</L>
<L>My old Stories to hear, in a Winters long Night.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>IX.</HEAD>
<L>My &s;mall Stock of Wit may I not mi&s;apply</L>
<L>To Flatter Ill men, be they never &s;o High,</L>
<L>Nor mi&s;pend the few Moments I Steal from the Grave</L>
<L>In Fawning, and Cringing, like a Dog, or a Slave.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>X.</HEAD>
<L>May none whom I love, to &s;o great Riches ri&s;e</L>
<L>As to &s;light their Acquaintance, and their old Friends de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>So Low, or &s;o High may none of them be,</L>
<L>As to move either Pity, or Envy in me.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<HEAD>XI.</HEAD>
<L>A Friend&s;hip I wi&s;h for, but alas 'tis in Vain,</L>
<L><HI>Joves</HI> Storehou&s;e is Empty, and can't it &s;upply</L>
<L>So firm, that no Change of Times, Envy, or Gain,</L>
<L>Or Flattery, or Woman, &s;hould have power to Unty.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>XII.</HEAD>
<L>But if Friends prove Unfaithful, and Fortune a Whore,</L>
<L>Still may I be Vertuous, tho' I am Poor;</L>
<L>My life then as u&s;ele&s;s, may I freely Re&s;ign,</L>
<L>When no longer I Reli&s;h true Wit, and good Wine.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>XIII.</HEAD>
<L>For tho&s;e who profe&s;s Soul or Body to mend,</L>
<L>Tho' I hope I &s;hall have no Occa&s;ion to &s;end,</L>
<L>When I have eat All my Bread, and drunk my La&s;t Gla&s;s,</L>
<L>May they come then, and &s;et their Seals to my Pa&s;s.</L>
<L><HI>May I,</HI> &amp;c.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>XIV.</HEAD>
<L>With a Courage Undaunted, may I Face my la&s;t day,</L>
<L>And when I am Dead, may the Better &s;ort &s;ay,</L>
<L>In the Morning when Sober, in the Evening when Mellow,</L>
<L>He's Gone, and Left not behind him his Fellow.</L>
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<LG>
<HEAD>CHOR&V;S.</HEAD>
<L>For he govern'd his Pa&s;&s;ions with an Ab&s;olute Sway,</L>
<L>And grew wi&s;er, and better, as his Strength wore away,</L>
<L>Without Gout, or Stone by a gentle Decay.</L>
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