Fraility of life
¦¦¦¦¦ the Road of Life's so ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ frail ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ driving home
¦¦¦ its latest Stage, the Tomb.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in Harness strong,
Marches ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ along:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ to smooth the Pace,
Fills the next adjoining Trace:
Independance leads the Way,
Whom ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Truth an equal Part sustains,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
In the Box fits vig'rous Health,
Shunning miry Paths of Wealth:
¦¦¦¦¦¦ with ¦¦¦¦ Smiles,
Ev'ry ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Step beguiles;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Nature, or ¦¦¦ Fate
Only This I wou'd intreat:
The Equipage might not decay,
Till the worn ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ drops away.
(Blackout of The Equipage by Anne Kingsmill Finch)
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