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Poem by Henry Livingston
Careless Philosopher’s Soliloquy
I rise when I please, when I please I lie down, Nor seek, what I care not a rush for, renown; The rattle called wealth I have learnt to despise, Nor aim to be either important or wise. Let women & children & children-like men Pursue the false trollop the world has called fame. Who just as enjoyed, is instantly flown And leaves disappointment, the hag, in her room. If the world is content not to stand in my way The world may jog on both by night and by day Unimpeded by me - not a straw will I put Where a dear fellow-creature uplifteth its foot. While my conscience upbraids not, I’ll rise and lye down, Nor envy a monarch His cares and His crown.
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