Poem: “Human Frailty” by Philip Freneau

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Disasters on disasters grow,
And those which are not sent we make;
The good we rarely find below,
Or, in the search, the road mistake.

The object of our fancied joys
With eager eye we keep in view:
Possessions, when acquired, destroys
The object, and the passion too.

The hat that hid Belinda’s hair
Was once the darling of her eye;
‘Tis now dismiss’d, she knows not where;
Is laid aside, she knows not why.

Life is to most a nauseous pill,
A treat for which they dearly pay:
Let’s take the good, avoid the ill,
Discharge the debt, and walk away.

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