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If Heaven a date of many years would give,

Thus I'd in pleasure, ease, and plenty live.

And as I near approach[ed] the verge of life,

Some kind relation (for I'd have no wife)

Should take upon him all my worldly care

While I did for a better state prepare.

Then I'd not be with any trouble vexed,

Nor have the evening of my days perplexed;

But by a silent and a peaceful death,

Without a sigh, resign my aged breath.

And, when committed to the dust, I'd have

Few tears, but friendly, dropped into my grave;

Then would my exit so propitious be,

All men would wish to live and die like me.