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Anne Kingsmill Finch - The Equipage
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Since the Road of Life`s so ill; 
I, to pass it, use this Skill, 
My frail Carriage driving home 
To its latest Stage, the Tomb. 
Justice first, in Harness strong, 
Marches stedfastly along: 
Charity, to smooth the Pace, 
Fills the next adjoining Trace: 
Independance leads the Way, 
Whom no heavy Curb do`s sway; 
Truth an equal Part sustains, 
All indulg`d the loosen`d Reins: 
In the Box fits vig`rous Health, 
Shunning miry Paths of Wealth: 
Gaiety with easy Smiles, 
Ev`ry harsher Step beguiles; 
Whilst of Nature, or of Fate 
Only This I wou`d intreat: 
The Equipage might not decay, 
Till the worn Carriage drops away.
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