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gEASE, Leonora, cease to mourn,
II. 'Tis but the last long winter night, Our Sun will rise to-morrow bright; And to our suff'ring passion bring The promise of eternal spring, i o Which thy kind eyes shall ever cheer, And make that season all our year.
ON A PRETTY MADWOMAN.
And her distraction mourn, Our grief's misplac'd, our tears misspent, Since what for her condition's meant More justly fits our own. WOL. I. T
II. For if 'tis happiness to be, From all the turns of fate, From dubious joy, and sorrow free; Ophelia then is blest, and we . . Misunderstand her state. Io
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IV. Then make with reason no more noise, Since what should give relief, The quiet of our mind destroys, Or with a full spring-tide of joys, Or a dead-ebb of grief. 2O
Loving, thinking, wishing, weep-
THE NEW YEAR’S GIFT TO PHYLLIS.
I. HE circling months begin this day, To run their yearly ring, § And long-breath'd time which ne'er o will stay, Refits his wings, and shoots away, It round again to bring.
iW. Yet we may give, for custom sake, What will to both be new, My constancy a gift I'll make, And in return of it will take Some levity from you. 2c
Pray give over, O! fie,
Forbear, or I'll cry,
III. Let me die if I stay, Does the devil possess you ? Io Your hand take away, Then perhaps I may bless you.
ON SNUFF. § OWE once resolv’d (the females to - degrade) To propagate their sex without their aid. His brain conceiv'd, and soon the pangs and throes
He felt, nor could th’ unnatural birth disclose:
TO C E LIA.
Or in devotion spend the day,