Come ye! who live for pleasure, come, behold
A man of pleasure when he's poor and old;
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When he looks back through life, and cannot find
A single action to relieve his mind;
When he looks forward, striving still to keep
A steady prospect of eternal sleep;
When not one friend is left, of all the train
Whom 'twas his pride and boast to entertain—
Friends now employ'd from house to house to run