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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345314" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Executor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A Greedy Heir long waited to fulfill, <br>As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will; <br>And to himself his Age repeated o'er, <br>To his Infirmities still adding more; <br>And nicely kept th' Account of the expected Store: <br>When Death, at last, to either gave Release, <br>Making One's Pains, the Other's Longings cease: <br>Who to the Grave must decently convey, <br>Ere he Possession takes the kindred Clay, <br>Which in a Coach was plac'd, wherein he rides, <br>And so no Hearse, or following Train provides; <br>Rejecting Russel, who wou'd make the Charge <br>Of one dull tedious Day, so vastly Large. <br>When, at his Death, the humble Man declar'd, <br>He wished thus privately to be Interr'd. <br>And now, the Luggage moves in solemn State, <br>And what it wants in Number, gains in Weight. <br>The happy Heir can scarce contain his Joy, <br>Whilst sundry Musings do his Thoughts employ, <br>How he shalt act, now Every thing's his Own, <br>Where his Revenge, or Favour shall be shown; <br>Then recollecting, draws a counterfeited Groan. <br>The Avenues, and Gardens shall be chang'd, <br>Already he the Furniture has ranged. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To ransack secret Draw'rs his Phancy flies, <br>Nor can th' appearing Wealth his Mind suffice. <br>Thus he an Age runs o'er betwixt the Porch <br>Of his Friend's House, and the adjacent Church: <br>Whilst the slow Driver, who no reck'ning kept <br>Of what was left, indulging Nature, slept; <br>Till on a Bank, so high, the Wheel was borne <br>That in a Moment All must overturn: <br>Whilst the rich Heir now finds the giving Dead <br>Less weighty in his Gold, than in his Lead; <br>Which falling just on his contriving Breast, <br>Expell'd the Soul, leaving the corpse to rest <br>In the same Grave, intended for his Friend. <br>Then why shou'd We our Days in Wishes spend, <br>Which, e'er we see fulfill'd, are often at an End?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Kingsmill+Finch">Anne Kingsmill Finch</a><div class=q>
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As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will; 
And to himself his Age repeated o'er, 
To his Infirmities still adding more; 
And nicely kept th' Account of the expected Store: 
When Death, at last, to either gave Releas..."></div>
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