Since the Road of Life’s so ill;
I, to pass it, use this Skill,
My frail Carriage driving home
To its latest Stage, the Tomb.
Justice first, in Harness strong,
Marches stedfastly along:
Charity, to smooth the Pace,
Fills the next adjoining Trace:
Independance leads the Way,
Whom no heavy Curb do’s sway;
Truth an equal Part sustains,
All indulg’d the loosen’d Reins:
In the Box fits vig’rous Health,
Shunning miry Paths of Wealth:
Gaiety with easy Smiles,
Ev’ry harsher Step beguiles;
Whilst of Nature, or of Fate
Only This I wou’d intreat:
The Equipage might not decay,
Till the worn Carriage drops away.
(Anne Kingsmill Finch)
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