Estate and an earldom at seventy-four, An!
An estate and an earldom at seventy-four!
Had I sought them or wish'd them, 'twould add one fear more,
That of making a countess when almost four-score.
But Fortune, who scatters her gifts out of season,
Though unkind to my limbs, has still left me my reason;
And whether she lowers or lifts me, I'll try
In the same simple style I have liv'd in, to die;
For ambition too humble, for meanness too high.
Had I sought them or wish'd them, 'twould add one fear more,
That of making a countess when almost four-score.
But Fortune, who scatters her gifts out of season,
Though unkind to my limbs, has still left me my reason;
And whether she lowers or lifts me, I'll try
In the same simple style I have liv'd in, to die;
For ambition too humble, for meanness too high.
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