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How thou art lost to sense and shame,
Three countries witness be:
LIBERA NOS, DOMINE !
Dame Justice waits thee, well I ween,
Her sword is brandish'd high :
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.
READING ends in melancholy;
Wine breeds vices and diseases;
Only Friendship truly pleases.
Farewell all, if Friendship ceases.
Whither would my paflion run?
Shall I fly her, or pursue her?
Yet would not gain her, to undo her.
The tyrants of the human breast,
Love and Reason! cease your war,
So each will equal triumph share.
S ET BY
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.
But I plainly see the reason,
Why in vain I you pursu'd; Her to gain 'twas out of season,
Who before the chaplain woo’d.
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;
The pair, they now have parted, join?
But, since they have thus cruel been,
And could such conftant lovers sever;
They should divide us two for ever.