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If I'd a Fortune equal to my Mind,
I like, my bounteous Maker, would be kind,
Wou'd spread my Wealth with greedy Pleasure round,
Near me no needy Wretches shou'd be found;
But still the Good shou'd have the largest Share,
Both of my Love, my Riches, and my Care;
For them I'd seek, to their Relief wou'd fly,
Prevent their Prayers, and all their Wants supply.
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