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GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be / To enjoy our days set wholly free; / To the true life together bend our mind, / And take a furlough from the falser kind.
No rich saloon, nor palace of the great, / Nor suit at law should trouble our estate; / On no vainglorious statues should we look, / But of a walk, a talk, a little book, / Baths, wells and meads, and the veranda shade, / Let all our travels and our toils be made.
Now neither lives unto himself, alas! / And the good suns we see, that flash and pass / And perish; and the bell that knells them cries: / "Another gone: O when will ye arise? "