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BE gone! Be gone, thou perjured man!
Thou hast awaked me! and I can
See clearly there's no truth in Man!
My love to thee was chaste and pure,
And 'twas alone like to endure;
But I'm awaked! and now I can
See clearly there 's no truth in Man!
Thou mayst, perhaps, prevail upon
And since thou canst love more than one,
For th' hast awaked me! and I can
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
THE CELESTIAL MISTRESS.
CALIA! thy bright Angel's face
The music of the heavenly Spheres,
Happy were I had I, like ATLAS, grace,
So fair a heaven, within my arms t' embrace!
EPITAPHS UPON HER PARENTS.
GOVERNOR THOMAS DUDLEY.
WITHIN this tomb, a Patriot lies;
A prizer of good company.
In manners pleasant and severe;
MISTRESS DOROTHY DUDLEY.
The which she ordered with dexterity.
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!
'Tis full of pleasure, void of strife;
Are but toys!
For our skill
Breeds no ill;
But content and pleasure.
In a morning, up we rise
To and fro,
With our knacks
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,