Climb at Court for me that will Tottering favors Pinacle; All I seek is to lye still. Settled in some secret Nest In calm Leisure let me rest; And far of the publick Stage Pass away my silent Age. Thus when without noise, unknown, I have liv`d out all my span, I shall dye, without a groan, An old honest Country man. Who expos`d to others Ey`s, Into his own Heart ne`r pry`s, Death to him`s a Strange surprise.SourceThe script ran 0 seconds.
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