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...* AH little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, power, and affhience surround; * . They They who their thoughtless hours in giddy mirth, And wanton, often cruel riot waste; ... .*,,•.A Ah little think they, how many feel, this very moment, death, .. .... %1 , T And all...

....(Lays him along the snows, a stiffened corse, ' Stretch'd out , and bleaching in the northern blast. Ah little think the gay licentious proud , Whom pleasure...little think they , while they dance along, How many feel , this very moment , death , And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood,...

...and bleaching in the northern blast. Ah, little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure, pow'r, and affluence surround, They who their thoughtless...wanton, often cruel, riot, waste; Ah, little think they, as they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death, And all the sad variety of pain. How many...

...furrpund. ; They, who their thoughtlefs hours in giddy mirth And wanton, often cruel riot, wafte : Ah ! little think they, while they dance along, How many pine in want, and dungeons glooms, Shut from the common air, and common ufe Qf their own limbs ! ,h ow many...

...Society for the Discharge and Relief of Small Debtors, In MARCH, 1802. BY JAMES NEILD, ESQ. TREASURER. " Ah ! little think the gay, licentious proud, " Whom...think they, while they dance along, " How many pine in want, and dungeon glooms, " Shut from the common air, and common use " Of their own limbs ! How many...

...cold, Lays him along the snows, a stiffened corse, Stretch'd out, and bleaching in the northern blast. Ah little think the gay licentious proud, Whom pleasure,...little think they, while they dance along, How many feel, this very moment, death And all the sad variety of pain. How many sink in the devouring flood,...