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011:00,000['  ]| <A set of short poems not included in "Behnverse.goldtext">
011:00,000['  ]| <from Janet Todd (ed.), The Works of Aphra Behn (1992).>
011:60,000['  ]| <60> 
011:60,000['  ]| <A PINDARIC> 
011:60,000['  ]| <To Mr. P. who sings finely.> 
011:60,001[A  ]| \Damon\, although you waste in$4$ vain, 
011:60,002[A  ]| That$6#2$ precious breath of thine, 
011:60,003[A  ]| Where lies a Power in$4$ every strain, 
011:60,004[A  ]| To$9$ take in$5$ any other heart, but mine; 
011:60,005[A  ]| Yet do not cease to$9$ sing, that$3$ I may know, 
011:60,006[A  ]| By$4$ what soft Charms and Arts, 
011:60,007[A  ]| What more than Humane it is you do, 
011:60,008[A  ]| To$9$ take, and keep your hearts; 
011:60,009[A  ]| Or have you Vowed never to$9$ waste your breath, 
011:60,010[A  ]| But when some Maid must fall a Sacrifice, 
011:60,011[A  ]| As \Indian\ Priest<s> prepare a death, 
011:60,012[A  ]| For$4$ Slaves to$9$ adorn their Victories, 
011:60,013[A  ]| Your Charm is as powerful, if I live, 
011:60,014[A  ]| For$3$ I as sensible shall be, 
011:60,015[A  ]| What wound you can, to$4$ all that$6#1$ hear you, give, 
011:60,016[A  ]| As if you wounded me; 
011:60,017[A  ]| And shall as much adore your wondrous skill, 
011:60,018[A  ]| As if my heart each dying Note could kill.  
011:60,019[A  ]| And yet I should not tempt my Fate, 
011:60,020[A  ]| Nor trust my feeble strength, 
011:60,021[A  ]| Which$6#1$ does with every softening Note abate, 
011:60,022[A  ]| And may at length 
011:60,023[A  ]| Reduce me to$4$ the wretched Slave I hate; 
011:60,024[A  ]| It is strange extremity in$4$ me, 
011:60,025[A  ]| To$9$ venture on$4$ a doubtful Victory, 
011:60,026[A  ]| Where if you fail, I gain no$2$ more, 
011:60,027[A  ]| Than what I had before; 
011:60,028[A  ]| But it will$1$ certain comfort bring, 
011:60,029[A  ]| If I unconquered do escape from you; 
011:60,030[A  ]| If I can live, and hear you sing, 
011:60,031[A  ]| No$2$ other Forces can my Soul subdue; 
011:60,032[A  ]| Sing \Damon\ then, and let each Shade, 
011:60,033[A  ]| Which$6#1$ with thy Heavenly voice is happy made, 
011:60,034[A  ]| Bear witness if my courage be not great, 
011:60,035[A  ]| To$9$ hear thee sing, and make a safe retreat.  
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011:69,000['  ]| <69> 
011:69,000['  ]| <To the Honorable Sir FRANCIS FANE,> 
011:69,000['  ]| <On his Excellent Play,> 
011:69,000['  ]| <The Sacrifice.> 
011:69,001[A  ]| Long have our Priests condemned a Wicked Age 
011:69,002[A  ]| And every Little Critic's senseless rage, 
011:69,003[A  ]| Damned a forsaken, self-declining Stage.  
011:69,004[A  ]| Great, it is confessed, and many are our Crimes; 
011:69,005[A  ]| And no$2$ less profligate the Vicious Times.  
011:69,006[A  ]| But yet no$2$ wonder both prevail so$5#1$ Ill, 
011:69,007[A  ]| The Poet's Fury, and the Preacher's Skill.  
011:69,008[A  ]| While to$4$ the World it is so$5#1$ plainly known, 
011:69,009[A  ]| They blame our Faults, and never mind their own.  
011:69,010[A  ]| Let their Dull Pens flow with unlearned Spite, 
011:69,011[A  ]| And weakly Censure what the Skilful Write:  
011:69,012[A  ]| You Learned Sir, a Nobler Pattern show 
011:69,013[A  ]| Our best of Rules, and best Example too.  
011:69,014[A  ]| Precepts and grave Instructions dully move; 
011:69,015[A  ]| The brave Performer better does improve.  
011:69,016[A  ]| Thus in$4$ the truest Satire you Excel, 
011:69,017[A  ]| And show how ill we Write, by$4$ Writing well.  
011:69,018[A  ]| This Noble Piece which$6#1$ well deserves your Name, 
011:69,019[A  ]| I Read with Pleasure, though I Read with Shame.  
011:69,020[A  ]| The tender Laurels which$6#1$ my Brows had dressed, 
011:69,021[A  ]| Flagged like$4$ young Flowers by$4$ too much Heat oppressed:  
011:69,022[A  ]| The Generous Fire I felt in$4$ every Line, 
011:69,023[A  ]| Showed me the cold, the feeble Force of mine.  
011:69,024[A  ]| Henceforth I will$1$ you for$4$ Imitation chuse, 
011:69,025[A  ]| Your Nobler Flights will$1$ wing my Callow Muse.  
011:69,026[A  ]| So$3$ the young Eagle is informed to$9$ fly, 
011:69,027[A  ]| Seeing the Monarch Bird ascend the Sky, 
011:69,028[A  ]| And though with less Success, her Strength she will$1$ try.  
011:69,029[A  ]| Spreads her soft Wings, and his vast Tract pursues, 
011:69,030[A  ]| Though far above the Towering Prince she views.  
011:69,031[A  ]| Where the whole Work is so$5#1$ Divinely wrought, 
011:69,032[A  ]| The Rules so$5#1$ just, and so$5#1$ sublime each Thought, 
011:69,033[A  ]| With such strict Art your Scenes in$4$ order placed, 
011:69,034[A  ]| With Wit so$5#1$ new, and so$5#1$ uncommon Graced; 
011:69,035[A  ]| In$4$ vain, Alas!  I should attempt to$9$ tell 
011:69,036[A  ]| Where, or in$4$ what, your Muse does most excel.  
011:69,037[A  ]| Each Character performs its Noble Part, 
011:69,038[A  ]| And stamps its Image on$4$ the Reader's Heart.  
011:69,039[A  ]| In$4$ \Tamerlane\ you a true Hero dressed:  
011:69,040[A  ]| A Generous Conflict wars within his Breast:  
011:69,041[A  ]| It is there the Mightiest Passions you have showed:  
011:69,042[A  ]| By$4$ turns confessed the Mortal and the God!  
011:69,043[A  ]| Whenever his steps approach the haughty Fair, 
011:69,044[A  ]| He bows indeed, but like$4$ a Conqueror; 
011:69,045[A  ]| Compelled to$9$ Love, yet scorns his servile Chain, 
011:69,046[A  ]| And spite of all you make the Monarch Reign.  
011:69,047[A  ]| But who$6#2$ without resistless Tears can see?  
011:69,048[A  ]| The Bright, the Innocent \Irene\ die.  
011:69,049[A  ]| \Axalla's\ Life a Noble Ransom paid, 
011:69,050[A  ]| In$4$ vain to$9$ save the dear Loved Charming Maid.  
011:69,051[A  ]| Naught surely could, but your own Flame inspire 
011:69,052[A  ]| Your happy Muse to$9$ reach so$5#1$ soft a Fire.  
011:69,053[A  ]| Yet with what Art you turn the powerful Stream, 
011:69,054[A  ]| When Treacherous \Ragalzan\ is the Theme!  
011:69,055[A  ]| You mix our different Passions with such skill, 
011:69,056[A  ]| We feel them All, and all with Pleasure feel:  
011:69,057[A  ]| We love his Mischiefs, though the Harms we grieve, 
011:69,058[A  ]| And for$4$ his Wit, the Villain we forgive.  
011:69,059[A  ]| In$4$ your \Despina\ all those Passions meet, 
011:69,060[A  ]| Which$6#1$ Woman's Frailties perfectly complete:  
011:69,061[A  ]| Pride, and Revenge, Ambition, Love, and Rage 
011:69,062[A  ]| At once her wilful haughty Soul Engage:  
011:69,063[A  ]| And while her Rigid Honor we Esteem, 
011:69,064[A  ]| The dire Effects as justly must condemn.  
011:69,065[A  ]| She shows a Virtue so$5#1$ severely Nice, 
011:69,066[A  ]| As has betrayed it to$4$ a pitch of Vice, 
011:69,067[A  ]| All which$6#1$ confess a Godlike Power in$4$ you, 
011:69,068[A  ]| Who$6#1$ could form Woman to$4$ herself so$5#1$ true.  
011:69,069[A  ]| Live, Mighty Sir, to$9$ reconcile the Age, 
011:69,070[A  ]| To$4$ the first Glories of the useful Stage:  
011:69,071[A  ]| It is you her rifled Empire may restore, 
011:69,072[A  ]| And give her Power she never could boast before.
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011:71,000['  ]| <71> 
011:71,000['  ]| <A Satyr on Doctor Dryden.> 
011:71,001[A  ]| Scorning religion all thy life time past 
011:71,002[A  ]| and now embracing popery at last 
011:71,003[A  ]| as like$4$ thyself and what thou hast done before 
011:71,004[A  ]| defying wives and marrying a whore 
011:71,005[A  ]| alas how leering Heretics will$1$ laugh 
011:71,006[A  ]| to$9$ see a grey old hedge bird caught with chaff, 
011:71,007[A  ]| a lewd old Atheist some religion own 
011:71,008[A  ]| yet one to$9$ show his judgment worse than none 
011:71,009[A  ]| a poet too from great heroic themes 
011:71,010[A  ]| and inspiration, past to$4$ dreaming dreams 
011:71,011[A  ]| yet this the priests will$1$ get by$4$ thee at last 
011:71,012[A  ]| that$3$ if they mend thee miracles are not ceased 
011:71,013[A  ]| for$3$ it is not more to$9$ cure the lame, and blind 
011:71,014[A  ]| than hail an impious ulcerated mind 
011:71,015[A  ]| This if they do and give thee but a grain 
011:71,016[A  ]| of common honesty, or common shame, 
011:71,017[A  ]| it will$1$ be more credit to$4$ their cause I grant 
011:71,018[A  ]| than it would to$9$ make another man a saint 
011:71,019[A  ]| but thou no$2$ party ever wilt adorn 
011:71,020[A  ]| to$4$ thy own shame and nature's scandal born 
011:71,021[A  ]| all <shun> alike thy ugly outward part 
011:71,022[A  ]| while none have right or title to$4$ thy heart, 
011:71,023[A  ]| resolved to$9$ stand and constant to$4$ the times 
011:71,024[A  ]| fixed to$4$ thy lewdness, settled in$4$ thy crimes 
011:71,025[A  ]| whilst Moses with the Israelits abode 
011:71,026[A  ]| thou seemest content to$9$ worship Moses' god 
011:71,027[A  ]| but since he went and since thy betters fell 
011:71,028[A  ]| thou foundest a golden calf would do as well 
011:71,029[A  ]| and when another Moses shall arise 
011:71,030[A  ]| once more I know thou shalt rub and clear thy eyes 
011:71,031[A  ]| and turn to$9$ be true Israelite again 
011:71,032[A  ]| for$3$ when the act is done and finished clean 
011:71,033[A  ]| what should the poet do but shift the scene 
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011:74,000['  ]| <74> 
011:74,000['  ]| <\To\ Alexis \in Answer to his Poem against Fruition.\> 
011:74,000['  ]| <ODE>
011:74,001[A  ]| Ah hapless sex!  who$6#1$ bear no$2$ charms, 
011:74,002[A  ]| But what like$4$ lightning flash and are no$2$ more, 
011:74,003[A  ]| False fires sent down for$4$ baneful harms, 
011:74,004[A  ]| Fires which$6#1$ the fleeting Lover feebly warms 
011:74,005[A  ]| And given like$4$ past Debauches over, 
011:74,006[A  ]| Like$4$ Songs that$6#1$ please, (though bad,) when new, 
011:74,007[A  ]| But learned by$4$ heart neglected grew.  
011:74,008[A  ]| In$4$ vain did Heaven adorn the shape and face 
011:74,009[A  ]| With Beauties which$6#1$ by$4$ Angels' forms it drew:  
011:74,010[A  ]| In$4$ vain the mind with brighter Glories Grace, 
011:74,011[A  ]| While all our joys are stinted to$4$ the space 
011:74,012[A  ]| Of one betraying interview, 
011:74,013[A  ]| With one surrender to$4$ the eager will$0$ 
011:74,014[A  ]| We are short-lived nothing, or a real ill.  
011:74,015[A  ]| Since Man with that$6#2$ inconstancy was born, 
011:74,016[A  ]| To$9$ love the absent, and the present scorn.  
011:74,017[A  ]| Why do we deck, why do we dress 
011:74,018[A  ]| For$4$ such a short-lived happiness?  
011:74,019[A  ]| Why do we put Attraction on$5$, 
011:74,020[A  ]| Since either way it is we must be undone?  
011:74,021[A  ]| They fly if Honour take our part, 
011:74,022[A  ]| Our Virtue drives them over the field.  
011:74,023[A  ]| We lose them by$4$ too much desert, 
011:74,024[A  ]| And Oh!  they fly us if we yield.  
011:74,025[A  ]| Ye Gods!  is there no$2$ charm in$4$ all the fair 
011:74,026[A  ]| To$9$ fix this wild, this faithless, wanderer.  
011:74,027[A  ]| Man!  our great business and our aim, 
011:74,028[A  ]| For$4$ whom we spread our fruitless snares, 
011:74,029[A  ]| No$2$ sooner kindles the designing flame, 
011:74,030[A  ]| But to$4$ the next bright object bears 
011:74,031[A  ]| The Trophies of his conquest and our shame:  
011:74,032[A  ]| Inconstancy is the good supreme 
011:74,033[A  ]| The rest is airy Notion, empty Dream!  
011:74,034[A  ]| Then, heedless Nymph, be ruled by$4$ me 
011:74,035[A  ]| If ever your Swain the bliss desire; 
011:74,036[A  ]| Think like$4$ \Alexis\ he may be 
011:74,037[A  ]| Whose wished Possession damps his fire; 
011:74,038[A  ]| The roving youth in$4$ every shade 
011:74,039[A  ]| Has left some sighing and abandoned Maid, 
011:74,040[A  ]| For$3$ it is a fatal lesson he has learned, 
011:74,041[A  ]| After fruition never to$9$ be concerned.  
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011:75,000['  ]| <75> 
011:75,000['  ]| <\To\ Alexis, \On his saying, I lov'd a Man that\> 
011:75,000['  ]| <\talk'd much.\> 
011:75,001[A  ]| \Alexis\, since you will$1$ have it so$5#2$ 
011:75,002[A  ]| I grant I am impertinent.  
011:75,003[A  ]| And till this moment did not know 
011:75,004[A  ]| Through all my life what it was I meant; 
011:75,005[A  ]| Your kind opinion was the unflattering Glass, 
011:75,006[A  ]| In$4$ which$6#1$ my mind found how deformed it was.  
011:75,007[A  ]| In$4$ your clear sense which$6#1$ knows no$2$ art, 
011:75,008[A  ]| I saw the error of my Soul; 
011:75,009[A  ]| And all the feebless of my heart, 
011:75,010[A  ]| With one reflection you control, 
011:75,011[A  ]| Kind as a God, and gently you chastise, 
011:75,012[A  ]| By$4$ what you hate, you teach me to$9$ be wise.  
011:75,013[A  ]| Impertinence, my sex's shame, 
011:75,014[A  ]| (Which$6#1$ has so$5#1$ long my life pursued,) 
011:75,015[A  ]| You with such modesty reclaim
011:75,016[A  ]| As all the Woman has subdued.
011:75,017[A  ]| To$4$ so$5#1$ divine a power what must I owe, 
011:75,018[A  ]| That$6#1$ renders me so$5#1$ like$4$ the perfect ~~ you?  
011:75,019[A  ]| That$6#2$ conversable thing I hate 
011:75,020[A  ]| Already with a just disdain, 
011:75,021[A  ]| Who$6#1$ Prides himself upon$4$ his prate 
011:75,022[A  ]| And is of word, (that$6#2$ Nonsense,) vain; 
011:75,023[A  ]| When in$4$ your few appears such excellence, 
011:75,024[A  ]| They have reproached, and charmed me into sense.  
011:75,025[A  ]| Forever may I listening sit, 
011:75,026[A  ]| Though but each hour a word be born:  
011:75,027[A  ]| I would attend the coming wit, 
011:75,028[A  ]| And bless what can so$5#1$ well inform:  
011:75,029[A  ]| Let the dull World henceforth to$4$ words be damned, 
011:75,030[A  ]| I am into nobler sense than talking shamed.   
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011:78,000['  ]| <78> 
011:78,000['  ]| <\To\ Amintas,> 
011:78,000['  ]| <\Upon reading the Lives of some of the\ Romans.> 
011:78,001[A  ]| Hadst thou \Amintas\, lived in$4$ that$6#2$ great age, 
011:78,002[A  ]| When hardly Beauty was to$4$ nature known, 
011:78,003[A  ]| What numbers to$4$ thy side mightest thou engage 
011:78,004[A  ]| And conquered Kingdoms by$4$ thy looks alone?  
011:78,005[A  ]| That$6#2$ age when valour they did Beauty name, 
011:78,006[A  ]| When Men did justly our brave sex prefer, 
011:78,007[A  ]| Cause they durst die, and scorn the public shame 
011:78,008[A  ]| Of adding Glory to$4$ the conqueror.  
011:78,009[A  ]| Had mighty \Scipio\ had thy charming face, 
011:78,010[A  ]| Great \Sophonisbe\ had refused to$9$ die, 
011:78,011[A  ]| Her passion over the sense of her disgrace 
011:78,012[A  ]| Had gained the more obliging victory.  
011:78,013[A  ]| Nor less would \Massanissa\ too have done, 
011:78,014[A  ]| But to$4$ such Eyes, as to$4$ his Sword would bow, 
011:78,015[A  ]| For$3$ neither sex can here thy fetters shun, 
011:78,016[A  ]| Being all \Scipio\, and \Amintas\ too.  
011:78,017[A  ]| Hadst thou great \Caesar\ been, the greater Queen, 
011:78,018[A  ]| Would trembling have her mortal Asps laid by$5$, 
011:78,019[A  ]| In$4$ thee she had not only \Caesar\ seen, 
011:78,020[A  ]| But all she did adore in$4$ \Antony\.  
011:78,021[A  ]| Had daring \Sextus\ had thy lovely shape, 
011:78,022[A  ]| The fairest Woman living had not died.  
011:78,023[A  ]| But blest the darkness that$6#1$ secured the Rape, 
011:78,024[A  ]| Suffering her Pleasure to$9$ have debauched her Pride.  
011:78,025[A  ]| Nor had he stolen to$4$ \Rome\ to$9$ have quenched his fire, 
011:78,026[A  ]| If thee resistless in$4$ his Camp he had seen, 
011:78,027[A  ]| Thy Eyes had kept his virtue all entire, 
011:78,028[A  ]| And \Rome\ a happy monarchy had been.  
011:78,029[A  ]| Had \Pompey\ looked like$4$ thee, though he had proved 
011:78,030[A  ]| The vanquished, yet from \Egypt's\ faithless King 
011:78,031[A  ]| He had received the vows of being beloved, 
011:78,032[A  ]| Instead of Orders for$4$ his murdering.  
011:78,033[A  ]| But here, \Amintas\, thy misfortune lies, 
011:78,034[A  ]| Nor brave nor good are in$4$ our age esteemed, 
011:78,035[A  ]| Content thee then with meaner victories, 
011:78,036[A  ]| Unless that$6#2$ Glorious age could be redeemed.  
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011:81,000['  ]| <81> 
011:81,000['  ]| <\On the Death of\ E Waller, Esq;> 
011:81,001[A  ]| How, to$4$ thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring 
011:81,002[A  ]| (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering?  
011:81,003[A  ]| I, who$6#1$ by$4$ Toils of Sickness, am become 
011:81,004[A  ]| Almost as near as thou art to$4$ a Tomb?  
011:81,005[A  ]| While every soft, and every tender Strain 
011:81,006[A  ]| Is ruffled, and ill-natured grown with Pain.  
011:81,007[A  ]| But, at thy Name, my languished \Muse\ revives, 
011:81,008[A  ]| And a new \Spark\ in$4$ the dull \Ashes\ strives.  
011:81,009[A  ]| I hear thy tuneful \Verse\, thy \Song\ Divine; 
011:81,010[A  ]| And am Inspired by$4$ every charming Line.  
011:81,011[A  ]| But, Oh!  ~~  
011:81,012[A  ]| What Inspiration, at the second hand, 
011:81,013[A  ]| Can an \Immortal Elegy\ Command?  
011:81,014[A  ]| Unless, the \Pious Offerings\, mine should be 
011:81,015[A  ]| Made Sacred, being Consecrate to$4$ thee.  
011:81,016[A  ]| Eternal, as thy own Almighty Verse, 
011:81,017[A  ]| Should be those \Trophies\ that$6#1$ adorn thy \Hearse\.  
011:81,018[A  ]| The \Thought\ Illustrious, and the \***\, and Strong; 
011:81,020[A  ]| Soft, as thy \Notes\ to$4$ \Sacharissa\ sung.  
011:81,021[A  ]| Whilst mine, like$4$ Transitory \Flowers\, decay, 
011:81,022[A  ]| That$6#1$ come to$9$ \deck\ thy Tomb a short-lived Day.  
011:81,023[A  ]| Such \Tributes\ are, like$4$ \Tenures\, only fit 
011:81,024[A  ]| To$9$ shew from whom we hold our \Right\ to$4$ \Wit\.  
011:81,025[A  ]| Hail, wondrous \Bard\, whose Heaven-born \Genius\ first 
011:81,026[A  ]| My Infant \Muse\, and Blooming \Fancy\ Nursed.  
011:81,027[A  ]| Why thy soft \Food\ of \Love\ I first began, 
011:81,028[A  ]| Then fed on$4$ nobler \Panegyric\ Strain, 
011:81,029[A  ]| Numbers \Seraphic\!  and, at every View, 
011:81,030[A  ]| My Soul extended, and much larger grew:  
011:81,031[A  ]| Wherever I \Read\, new \Raptures\ seized my Blood; 
011:81,032[A  ]| Methought I heard the Language of a God.  
011:81,033[A  ]| Long did the untuned World in$4$ Ignorance stray, 
011:81,034[A  ]| Producing nothing that$6#1$ was Great and Gay, 
011:81,035[A  ]| Till taught, by$4$ thee, the true Poetic way.  
011:81,036[A  ]| Rough were the \Tracts\ before, Dull, and Obscure; 
011:81,037[A  ]| Nor Pleasure, nor Instruction could procure.  
011:81,038[A  ]| Their thoughtless Labour could no$2$ \Passion\ move; 
011:81,039[A  ]| Sure, in$4$ that$6#2$ \Age\, the Poets knew not \Love\:  
011:81,040[A  ]| That$6#2$ Charming \God\, like$4$ Apparitions, then 
011:81,041[A  ]| Was only talked of, but never seen by$4$ Men:  
011:81,042[A  ]| Darkness was over the \Muses'\ Land displayed, 
011:81,043[A  ]| And even the \Chosen Tribe\ unguided strayed.  
011:81,044[A  ]| Till, by$4$ thee rescued from the \Egyptian\ Night, 
011:81,045[A  ]| They now look up$5$, and view the God of Light, 
011:81,046[A  ]| That$6#1$ taught them how to$9$ \Love\, and how to$9$ \Write\; 
011:81,047[A  ]| And to$9$ Enhance the Blessing which$6#1$ Heaven lent, 
011:81,048[A  ]| When for$4$ our great \Instructor\ thou wert sent.  
011:81,049[A  ]| Large was thy Life, but yet thy Glories more; 
011:81,050[A  ]| And, like$4$ the \Sun\, did still dispense thy Power, 
011:81,051[A  ]| Producing something wondrous every hour:  
011:81,052[A  ]| And, in$4$ thy \Circulary Course\, didst see 
011:81,053[A  ]| The very \Life\ and \Death\ of \Poetry\.  
011:81,054[A  ]| Thou sawst the \Generous Nine\ neglected lie, 
011:81,055[A  ]| None listening to$4$ their Heavenly \Harmony\; 
011:81,056[A  ]| The World being grown to$4$ that$6#2$ low \Ebb\ of Sense, 
011:81,057[A  ]| To$9$ disesteem the noblest Excellence; 
011:81,058[A  ]| And no$2$ Encouragement to$4$ \Prophets\ shewn, 
011:81,059[A  ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ past \Ages\ got so$5#1$ great Renown.  
011:81,060[A  ]| Though \Fortune\ Elevated thee above 
011:81,061[A  ]| Its \scanty Gratitude\, or \fickle Love\; 
011:81,062[A  ]| Yet, \fallen\ with the World, untired by$4$ Age, 
011:81,063[A  ]| Scorning the unthinking \Crowd\, thou quittest the \Stage\.   
011:92,000@@@@@| 
011:92,000['  ]| <92> 
011:92,000['  ]| <VERSES \design'd by Mrs%*\A%*Behn, \to be sent to a fair Lady,\> 
011:92,000['  ]| <\that desir'd she would absent herself, to cure her Love.\> 
011:92,000['  ]| <\Left unfinish'd.\> 
011:92,001[A  ]| In$4$ vain to$4$ Woods and Deserts I retire, 
011:92,002[A  ]| To$9$ shun the lovely Charmer I admire, 
011:92,003[A  ]| Where the soft Breezes do but fan my Fire!  
011:92,004[A  ]| In$4$ vain in$4$ Grotto's dark unseen I lie, 
011:92,005[A  ]| Love pierces where the Sun could never spy.  
011:92,006[A  ]| No$2$ place, no$2$ Art his \Godhead\ can exclude, 
011:92,007[A  ]| The \Dear\ Distemper reigns in$4$ Solitude:  
011:92,008[A  ]| Distance, alas, contributes to$4$ my Grief; 
011:92,009[A  ]| No$2$ more, oh what fond Lovers call, Relief 
011:92,010[A  ]| Than to$4$ the wounded Hind does sudden Flight 
011:92,011[A  ]| From the chaste Goddess's pursuing Sight:  
011:92,012[A  ]| When in$4$ the Heart the fatal Shaft remains, 
011:92,013[A  ]| And darts the Venom through our bleeding Veins.  
011:92,014[A  ]| If I resolve no$2$ longer to$9$ submit 
011:92,015[A  ]| Myself a wretched Conquest to$4$ your Wit, 
011:92,016[A  ]| More swift than fleeting Shades, ten thousand Charms 
011:92,017[A  ]| From your fright Eyes that$6#2$ Rebel Thought disarms:  
011:92,018[A  ]| The more I struggled, to$4$ my Grief I found 
011:92,019[A  ]| Myself in$4$ \Cupid's\ Chains more surely bound:  
011:92,020[A  ]| Like$4$ Birds in$4$ Nets, the more I strive, I find 
011:92,021[A  ]| Myself the faster in$4$ the Snare confined.  
011:96,000@@@@@| 
011:96,000['  ]| <96> 
011:96,000['  ]| <On a Pin that hurt \Aminta's\ Eye.> 
011:96,001[A  ]| Injurious Pin, how durst thou steal so$5#1$ nigh?  
011:96,002[A  ]| To$9$ touch, nay worse, to$9$ hurt his precious Eye.  
011:96,003[A  ]| Base Instrument, so$5#1$ ill thou hast played thy part, 
011:96,004[A  ]| Wounding his Eye, thou hast wounded my poor Heat:  
011:96,005[A  ]| And for$4$ each pitied Drop his Eye did shed, 
011:96,006[A  ]| My sympathizing Heart a thousand bled:  
011:96,007[A  ]| Too daring Pin, was there no$2$ Tincture good, 
011:96,008[A  ]| To$9$ bathe thy Point, but my \Aminta's\ Blood?  
011:96,009[A  ]| Could thy Ambition teach thee so$5#2$ to$9$ sin?  
011:96,010[A  ]| Was that$6#2$ a Place for$4$ thee to$9$ revel in$4$.  
011:96,011[A  ]| It was there thy Mistress had designed to$9$ be, 
011:96,012[A  ]| And must she find a Rival too in$4$ thee?  
011:96,013[A  ]| Cursed Fate!  That$3$ I should harbour thee so$5#1$ long, 
011:96,014[A  ]| And thou at last conspire to$9$ do me wrong, 
011:96,015[A  ]| Though well I knew thy Nature to$9$ be rude, 
011:96,016[A  ]| And all thy Kin full of Ingratitude, 
011:96,017[A  ]| I little thought thou wouldst presume so$5#1$ far, 
011:96,018[A  ]| To$9$ aim thy Malice at so$5#1$ bright a Star.  
011:96,019[A  ]| Now all the Service thou canst render me 
011:96,020[A  ]| Will$1$ never recompense this Injury.  
011:96,021[A  ]| Well, get thee gone ~~ for$3$ thou shalt never more 
011:96,022[A  ]| Have Power to$9$ hurt what I so$5#1$ much adore.  
011:96,023[A  ]| Hence from my Sight, and mayst thou ever lie, 
011:96,024[A  ]| A crooked Object to$4$ each scornful Eye.  
011:99,000@@@@@| 
011:99,000['  ]| <99> 
011:99,000['  ]| <\A Letter to the Earl*of*\Kildare,> 
011:99,000['  ]| <\disswading him from marrying\> 
011:99,000['  ]| <MOLL*HOWARD.> 
011:99,000['  ]| \MY LORD\, 
011:99,001[A  ]| We pity such as are by$4$ Tempest lost, 
011:99,002[A  ]| And those by$4$ Fortune's blind Disposal crossed; 
011:99,003[A  ]| But when Men see, and may the Danger shun, 
011:99,004[A  ]| Yet headlong into certain Ruin run:  
011:99,005[A  ]| To$9$ pity such, must needs be Ridicule; 
011:99,006[A  ]| Do not (my Lord) be that$6#2$ unpitied Fool.  
011:99,007[A  ]| There is a Report, which$6#1$ round the Town is spread, 
011:99,008[A  ]| The famed \MOLL*HOWARD\ you intend to$9$ Wed; 
011:99,009[A  ]| If it be true, my Lord, then guard your Head:  
011:99,010[A  ]| Horns, Horns, by$4$ wholesale, will$1$ adorn your Brows, 
011:99,011[A  ]| If ever you make that$6#2$ rampant Whore your Spouse.  
011:99,012[A  ]| Think on$4$ the lewd Debauches of her Life; 
011:99,013[A  ]| Then tell me, if she is fit to$9$ be your Wife.  
011:99,014[A  ]| She that$6#1$, to$9$ quench her lustful, hot Desire, 
011:99,015[A  ]| Has kissed with Dukes, Lords, Knights, and Country Squire; 
011:99,016[A  ]| Nay, Grooms and Footmen have been clawed off by$4$ her.  
011:99,017[A  ]| Whoring has all her Life-time been her Trade, 
011:99,018[A  ]| And \D***set\ says, she is an excellent Baud:  
011:99,019[A  ]| But finding both will$1$ not defray Expense, 
011:99,020[A  ]| She lately is become an \Evidence\; 
011:99,021[A  ]| Swears against all that$6#1$ will$1$ not her Lust supply, 
011:99,022[A  ]| And says, they are false as Hell to$4$ Monarchy.  
011:99,023[A  ]| You had a Wife; but, rest her Soul, she is dead, 
011:99,024[A  ]| By$4$ whom your Lordship by$4$ the Nose was led:  
011:99,025[A  ]| And will$1$ you run into that$6#2$ Noose again, 
011:99,026[A  ]| To$9$ be the greatest Monster among Men?  
011:99,027[A  ]| Think on$4$ the Horns that$6#1$ will$1$ adorn your Head, 
011:99,028[A  ]| And the Diseases that$6#1$ will$1$ fill your Bed:  
011:99,029[A  ]| Pox upon$4$ Pox, most horrid and most dire!  
011:99,030[A  ]| And Ulcers filled with Hell's Eternal Fire.  
011:99,031[A  ]| Forbear therefore, and call your Senses home; 
011:99,032[A  ]| Let Reason Love's blind Passion overcome:  
011:99,033[A  ]| For$3$, if you make this base Report once true, 
011:99,034[A  ]| You will$1$ wound your Honour, Purse, and Body too.