We little think when idle pleasures choose
We little think when idle pleasures choose
A path to please us—what haphazards loose
A moments aim our anxious eyes engross
Though twelvemonths troubles wait to count the loss
A path to please us—what haphazards loose
A moments aim our anxious eyes engross
Though twelvemonths troubles wait to count the loss
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