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So large my Will
The little that I may
Embarrasses
Like gentle infamy—

Affront to Him
For whom the Whole were small
Affront to me
Who know His Meed of all.

Earth at the best
Is but a scanty Toy—
Bought, carried Home
To Immortality.

It looks so small
We chiefly wonder then
At our Conceit
In purchasing.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 7 Jan 2009 10:23 PM | Viewed: 4855 times

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