TO what Intent and Purpose was Man made,
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Who is by Birth to Misery betrayd!
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That in this slender Course of Life runs thro
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More Plagues than all the Land of Egypt knew.
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Doctors, Divines, great Dispensations, Punns,
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Ill-lookt Citizens, and scurvy Dunns;
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Conceited Laureats, dull, long Operas,
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And those that neer were Poets, yet write Plays;
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Insipid Squires, fat Bishops, Deans and Chapters,
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Enthusiasts, Prophecies, new Rants and Raptures;
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Pox, Gouts, Catarrhs, old Sores, Cramps, Rheums, and Aches,
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Half-witted Lords, double-chinnd Bawds with Patches;
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Illiterate Courtiers, Chancery-suits for Life,
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A tracing Whore, and a most tedious Wife;
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Raw Innes-of-Court-men, empty Fops, Buffoons,
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Bullies Robust, raw Aldermen, and Clowns.
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Gown-men that argue about, discuss, and prate,
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And vent dull Notions of a future State;
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Sure of another World, and do not know
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Whether they shall be savd, or damnd, or how.
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Twere better therefore that Men had neer been,
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Than thus Unfortunate. God save the Queen.
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