Robert Dodsley



                   Song


                   Man's a poor deluded bubble,
                     Wand'ring in a mist of lies,
                   Seeing false, or seeing double,
                     Who wou'd trust to such weak eyes?
                   Yet presuming on his senses,
                     On he goes most wond'rous wise:
                   Doubts of truth, believes pretences;
                     Lost in error, lives and dies.


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