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How thou art loft to sense and shame,

Three countries witness be:
Thy conduct all just men do blame,

LIBERA NOS, DOMINE !

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Dame Justice waits thee, well I ween,

Her sword is brandish'd high :
Nought can thee from her vengeance screen,

Nor canst thou from her fly.

Heavy her ire will fall on thee,

The glittering steel is sure : Sooner or later, all agree,

She cuts off the impure.

To her I leave thee, gloomy peer!

Think on thy crimes committed : Repent, and be for once sincere,

Thou ne'er wilt be De-Witted.

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READING ends in melancholy;

Wine breeds vices and diseases;
Wealth is but care, and Love but folly ;

Only Friendship truly pleases.
My wealth, my books, my flaik, my Molly;

Farewell all, if Friendship ceases.

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Whither would my paflion run?

Shall I fly her, or pursue her?
Losing her, I am undone;

Yet would not gain her, to undo her.

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The tyrants of the human breast,

Love and Reason! cease your war,
And order Death to give me rest;

So each will equal triumph share.

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III.

S ET BY

MR.

D E F E S c H.

STREPHONETTA, why d’ye fy me,

With such rigour in your eyes ? Oh ! 'tis cruel to deny me,

Since your charms I so much prize.

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Come,
', weep no more,

for 'tis in vain ; Torment not thus your pretty heart : Think, Flavia, we may meet again,

As well as, that we now must part.

You figh and weep: the Gods neglect

That precious dew your eyes let fall : Our joy and grief with like respect

They mind; and that is, not at all.

We pray, in hopes they will be kind,

As if they did regard our state : They hear ; and the return we find

Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.

Then clear your brow, and look more gay,

Do not yourself to grief refign;
Who knows but that those powers may

The pair, they now have parted, join?

But, since they have thus cruel been,

And could such conftant lovers sever;
I dare not truit, lest now they 're in,

They should divide us two for ever.
Vol. II.

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