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All human joys are swift of wing / For heaven doth so allot it / That when you get an easy thing / You find you haven't got it.
Man never yet has loved a maid, / But they were sure to part, sir; / Nor never lacked a paltry spade / But that he drew a heart, sir!
Go, Chauncey! it is plain as day / You much prefer a dinner / To walking straight in wisdom's way -- / Go to, thou babbling sinner.
The froward part that you have played / To me this lesson teaches: / To trust no man whose stock in trade / Is after-dinner speeches.