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I play at Riches?to appease
The Clamoring for Gold?
It kept me from a Thief, I think,
For often, overbold

With Want, and Opportunity?
I could have done a Sin
And been Myself that easy Thing
An independent Man?

But often as my lot displays
Too hungry to be borne
I deem Myself what I would be?
And novel Comforting

My Poverty and I derive?
We question if the Man?
Who own?Esteem the Opulence?
As We?Who never Can?

Should ever these exploring Hands
Chance Sovereign on a Mine?
Or in the long?uneven term
To win, become their turn?

How fitter they will be?for Want?
Enlightening so well?
I know not which, Desire, or Grant?
Be wholly beautiful?