Are such ungracious youths as wish you dead.
They gape at rich revenues which you hold,
And fain would nibble at your grandame gold;
Enquire into your years, and laugh to find
Your crazy temper shows you much declined.
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Were you not dim and doated, you might see }
A pack of cheats that claim a pedigree, }
No more of kin to you, than you to me. }
Do you not know, that, for a little coin,