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BE gone! Be gone, thou perjured man!
And never more return!
For know, that thy inconstancy
Hath changed my love to scorn!

Thou hast awaked me! and I can

See clearly there's no truth in Man!

My love to thee was chaste and pure,
As is the morning dew;

And 'twas alone like to endure;
Hadst thou not proved untrue!

But I'm awaked! and now I can

See clearly there 's no truth in Man!

Thou mayst, perhaps, prevail upon
Some other to believe thee;

And since thou canst love more than one,
Ne'er think that it shall grieve me!

For th' hast awaked me! and I can
See clearly there 's no truth in Man!

By thy apostasy, I find

That Love is placed amiss,

And can't continue, in the mind

Where Virtue wanting is.

I'm now resolved! and know there can
No constant thought remain in Man!



CALIA! thy bright Angel's face
May be called a heavenly place!
The whiteness of the Starry Way,
Nature did on thy forehead lay!
But thine eyes have brightness won,
Not from stars, but from the sun!
The blushing of the Morn,
In thy rosy cheek is worn!

The music of the heavenly Spheres,
In thy soul's winning voice appears!

Happy were I had I, like ATLAS, grace,

So fair a heaven, within my arms t' embrace!



WITHIN this tomb, a Patriot lies;
That was both pious, just, and wise.
To Truth, a shield; to Right, a wall;
To Sectaries, a whip and maul.
A magazine of history.

A prizer of good company.

In manners pleasant and severe;
The good him loved, the bad did fear:
And when his time, with years was spent ;
If some rejoiced, more did lament!

A WORTHY Matron of unspotted life,
A lovely Mother and obedient Wife:
A friendly Neighbour, pitiful to poor;
Whom oft she fed, and clothed with her store.
To servants, wisely awful, but yet kind;
And as they did, so they reward did find.
A true Instructor of her family;

The which she ordered with dexterity.
The Public Meetings ever did frequent;
And in her Closet, constant hours she spent.
Religious in all her words and ways;
Preparing still for death, till end of days.
Of all her children, children lived to see;
Then, dying, left a blessèd memory.

GRIEVE not, dear Love! although we often part: But know, that Nature gently doth us sever, Thereby to train us up, with tender art,

To brook the day, when we must part for ever.

For Nature, doubting we should be surprised

By that sad day, whose dread doth chiefly fear us, Doth keep us daily schooled and exercised;

Lest that the fright thereof should overbear us!

O, THE brave Fisher's life!
It is the best of any!

'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife;
And 'tis beloved of many.
Other joys

Are but toys!

Only this

Lawful is!

For our skill

Breeds no ill;

But content and pleasure.

In a morning, up we rise
Ere AURORA 's peeping;
Drink a cup, to wash our eyes,
Leave the sluggard sleeping.
Then we go

To and fro,

With our knacks
At our backs,

To such streams

As the Thames,

If we have the leisure.

When we please to walk abroad

For our recreation,

In the fields is our abode,

Full of delectation!

Where, in a brook,

With a hook,

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