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Were I a king I could command content;

Were I obscure unknown should be my cares,

And were I dead no thought should me torment,

Nor words, nor wrongs, nor loves, nor hopes, nor fears;

A doubtful choice of these things one to crave,

A kingdom or a cottage or a grave.