Citation - New Hampshire Gazette-Portsmouth: 1765.01.11

NHG-P.765.003
11 Jan 1765:32 (431)
ON LIFE.
Why are thou, little life, so often crost,
So seldom pleasing, and so easy lost
So restless, teazing, and so very vain,
No honors please thee, and no wealth can gain;
I'm sick, then leave me, life, yield up thy slave,
Yield me to death, and to the peaceful grave,
Where sorrows sleep, where fears and troubles cease,
Where knaves are silent, and where fools have peace.