Solitude (II) part 4

    While worms like me are mouldering laid
    Wi nothing set to say theyre dead
    All the difference trifling thing
    That notes at last the slave & king
    As witherd leaves lifes bloom was stopt
    That drops in autumn so they dropt
    As snails wi in their painted shell
    So snugly once was known to dwell
    When in the schoolboys care we view
    The pleasing toys of varied hue
    By age or accident theyre flown
    An empty shell & tenant gone
    So pass we from the worlds affairs
    & carless vanish from its cares

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