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To a Poor Man	A
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Consider man in every sphere	B
Then answer Is your lot severe	B
Is God unjust You would be fed	C
I grant you have to toil for bread	C
Your wants are plainly to you known	D
So every mortal feels his own	D
Nor would I dare to say I knew	E
'Midst men one happier man than you	E
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Adam in Paradise was lone	D
With Eve was first transgression known	D
And thus they fell and thus disgrace	F
Entailed the curse on human race	F
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When Philip's son by glory fired	G
The empire of the world desired	G
He wept to find the course he ran	A
Despite of altars was of man	A
So avaricious hopes are checked	H
And so proud man may lack respect	H
And so ambition may be foiled	I
Of the reward for which it moiled	I
The wealthy surfeit of their wealth	J
Grudging the ploughman's strength and health	J
The man who weds the loveliest wife	K
Weds with her loveliness much strife	K
One wants an heir another rails	L
Upon his heirs and the entails	L
Another but can'st thou discern	M
Envies and jealousies that burn	M
Bid them avaunt and say you have	N
Blessings unknown which others crave	O
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Where is the turnspit Bob is gone	P
And dinner must be drest by one	Q
Where is that cur and I am loth	R
To say that Betty swore an oath	S
The sirloin's spoiled I'll give it him	T
And Betty did look fierce and grim	T
Bob who saw mischief in her eye	U
Avoided her approaching nigh	U
He feared the broomstick too with physics	V
As dread as Betty's metaphysics	V
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What star did at my birth preside	I
That I should be born slave he sighed	I
To tread that spit of horrid sound	I
Inglorious task to which no hound	I
That ever I knew was abased	I
Whence is my line and lineage traced	I
I would that I had been professed	I
A lap dog by some dame caressed	I
I would I had been born a spaniel	W
Sagacious nostrilled and called Daniel	W
I would I had been born a lion	Q
Although I scorn a feline scion	Q
I would I had been born of woman	Q
And free from servitude as human	Q
My lot had then been I discern fit	I
And not as now a wretched turnspit	I
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An ox replied who heard this whine	X
Dare you at partial fate repine	X
Behold me now beneath the goad	I
And now beneath the waggon's load	I
Now ploughing the tenacious plain	X
And housing now the yellow grain	X
Yet I without a murmur bear	Y
These various labours of the year	B
Yet come it will the day decreed	I
By fates when I am doomed to bleed	I
And you by duties of your post	I
Must turn the spit when I must roast	I
And to repay your currish moans	Z
Will have the pickings of my bones	Z
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The turnspit answered Superficial	W
Has been my gaze on poor and rich all	A2
What do the mighty ones then bear	Y
Their load of carking grief and care	Y
And man perhaps ah goodness knows	B2
May have his share of pains and woes	B2
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So saying with contented look	C2
Bob wagged his tail and followed cook	C2

John Gay

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