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FATHER.Why, thank God Sir,I've had no reason to complain of fortune.CURATE.Complain! why you are wealthy. All the parishLook up to you.FATHER.Perhaps Sir, I could tellGuinea for guinea with the warmest of them.CURATE.You can afford a little to the poor,And then what's better still, you have the heartTo give from your abundance.FATHER.God forbidI should want charity!CURATE.Oh! 'tis a comfortTo think at last of riches well employ'd!I have been by a death-bed, and know the worth
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