I’m now of Age and, if I be in fact
Heir to a Fortune, it is mine to act.
Alas! I am no Heir, with Grief I speak
Mine is the Fortune that is yet to seek. (D.)
l. 5 for And read Come. (D.)
after l. 6:
Yet, ere I venture on the bold design,
And one by fate, not Inclination, mine,
In a rough World ‘mid Friends and foes to dwell,
Let me to mine own Neighbours bid farewell! (D.)