Pursue fair fame, but in a glorious way,
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Nor in the idle scenes of Fancy's painting stray.
Of all the good that mortal men pursue,
The Muse has least to give, and gives to few;
Like some coquettish fair, she leads us on,
With smiles and hopes, till youth and peace are gone;
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Then, wed for life, the restless wrangling pair
Forget how constant one, and one how fair: