151:01,000@@@@@| 151:01,000[' ]| 151:01,000[' ]| 151:01,000[' ]| 151:02,000[' ]| 151:02,000[' ]| 151:02,001[A ]| Hasten (great prince) unto thy British Isles, 151:02,002[A ]| Or all thy subjects will$1$ become exiles; 151:02,003[A ]| To$4$ thee they flock, Thy presence is their home, 151:02,004[A ]| As Pompey's residence made Afrique Rome. 151:02,005[A ]| They that$6#1$ asserted thy just cause go hence, 151:02,006[A ]| There to$9$ express their joy and reverence; 151:02,007[A ]| And they that$6#1$ did not, now, by$4$ wonder taught, 151:02,008[A ]| Go to$9$ confess and expiate their fault; 151:02,009[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ if thou dost stay, thy gasping land 151:02,010[A ]| Will$1$ itself empty on$4$ the Belgique strand, 151:02,011[A ]| Where the affrighted Dutchman doth profess 151:02,012[A ]| He thinks it an invasion, not address. 151:02,013[A ]| As we unmonarched were for$4$ want of thee, 151:02,014[A ]| So$3$ till thou comest we shall unpeopled be. 151:02,015[A ]| None but the close Fanatic will$1$ remain, 151:02,016[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ our Loyalty his ends will$1$ gain: 151:02,017[A ]| And he the exhausted land will$1$ quickly find 151:02,018[A ]| As desolate a place as he designed. 151:02,019[A ]| For$3$ England (though grown old with woes) will$1$ see 151:02,020[A ]| Her long denied and sovereign remedy. 151:02,021[A ]| So$3$ when Old Jacob could but credit give 151:02,022[A ]| That$3$ his prodigious Joseph still did live, 151:02,023[A ]| (Joseph that$6#1$ was preserved to$9$ restore 151:02,024[A ]| Their lives, who$6#1$ would have taken his before) 151:02,025@b | It is enough 151:02,025[A ]| (says he) 151:02,025@b | to$4$ Egypt I 151:02,026@b | Will$1$ go, and see him once before I die. 151:03,000[' ]| 151:03,000[' ]| 151:03,001[B ]| Whom doth this stately navy bring? 151:03,002[B ]| O! it is great*Britain's glorious King; 151:03,003[B ]| Convey him then, you winds and seas, 151:03,004[B ]| Swift as desire, and calm as peace. 151:03,005[B ]| In$4$ your respect let him survey 151:03,006[B ]| What all his other subjects pay, 151:03,007[B ]| And prophesy to$4$ them again 151:03,008[B ]| The splendid smoothness of his reign. 151:03,009[B ]| Charles and his mighty hopes you bear: 151:03,010[B ]| A greater now than Caesar is here; 151:03,011[B ]| Whose veins a richer purple boast 151:03,012[B ]| Than ever Hero's yet ingrossed; 151:03,013[B ]| Sprung from a father so$5#1$ august, 151:03,014[B ]| He triumphs in$4$ his very dust. 151:03,015[B ]| In$4$ him two miracles we view, 151:03,016[B ]| His Virtue and his safety too. 151:03,017[B ]| For$3$ when compelled by$4$ traitors' crimes 151:03,018[B ]| To$9$ breathe and bow in$4$ foreign climes, 151:03,019[B ]| Exposed to$4$ all the rigid fate 151:03,020[B ]| That$6#1$ doth on$4$ withered greatness wait, 151:03,021[B ]| Had plots for$4$ life and conscience laid, 151:03,022[B ]| By$4$ foes pursued, by$4$ friends betrayed; 151:03,023[B ]| Then heaven, his secret potent friend, 151:03,024[B ]| And, what is more yet, kept him upright 151:03,025[B ]| Midst flattering hope and bloody fright. 151:03,026[B ]| Cromwell his whole right never gained, 151:03,027[B ]| Defender of the faith remained, 151:03,028[B ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ his predecessors fought 151:03,029[B ]| And wrote, but none so$5#1$ dearly bought. 151:03,030[B ]| Never was prince so$5#1$ much besieged, 151:03,031[B ]| At home provoked, abroad obliged: 151:03,032[B ]| Nor ever man resisted thus, 151:03,033[B ]| No$7$, not great Athanasius. 151:03,034[B ]| No$2$ help of friends could, or foes' spite, 151:03,035[B ]| To$4$ fierce invasion him invite. 151:03,036[B ]| Revenge to$4$ him no$2$ pleasure is, 151:03,037[B ]| He spared their blood who$6#1$ gaped for$4$ his; 151:03,038[B ]| Blushed any hands the English crown 151:03,039[B ]| Should fasten on$4$ him, but their own. 151:03,040[B ]| As peace and freedom with him went, 151:03,041[B ]| With him they come from banishment. 151:03,042[B ]| That$3$ he might his dominions win, 151:03,043[B ]| He with himself did first begin: 151:03,044[B ]| And, that$6#2$ first victory obtained, 151:03,045[B ]| His Kingdoms quickly he regained. 151:03,046[B ]| The illustrious sufferings of this Prince 151:03,047[B ]| Did all reduce, and all convince. 151:03,048[B ]| He only lived with such success, 151:03,049[B ]| That$3$ the whole world would fight with less. 151:03,050[B ]| Assistant Kings could but subdue 151:03,051[B ]| Those foes which$6#1$ he can pardon too. 151:03,052[B ]| He thinks no$2$ slaughter trophies good, 151:03,053[B ]| Nor laurels dipped in$4$ subjects' blood; 151:03,054[B ]| But with a sweet resistless Art 151:03,055[B ]| Disarms the hand, and wins the heart; 151:03,056[B ]| And like$4$ a God doth rescue those 151:03,057[B ]| Who$6#1$ did themselves and him oppose. 151:03,058[B ]| Go, wondrous prince, adorn that$6#2$ throne 151:03,059[B ]| Which$6#1$ birth and merit make your own, 151:03,060[B ]| And in$4$ your mercy brighter shine 151:03,061[B ]| Than in$4$ the glories of your line: 151:03,062[B ]| Find love at home, and abroad fear, 151:03,063[B ]| And Veneration everywhere. 151:03,064[B ]| The united world will$1$ you allow 151:03,065[B ]| Their Chief, to$4$ whom the English bow, 151:03,066[B ]| And monarchs shall to$4$ yours resort, 151:03,067[B ]| As Sheba's Queen to$4$ Judah's court, 151:03,068[B ]| Returning thence constrained more 151:03,069[B ]| To$9$ wonder, envy, and adore. 151:03,070[B ]| Discovered Rome will$1$ hate your crown, 151:03,071[B ]| But she shall tremble at your frown: 151:03,072[B ]| For$3$ England shall (ruled and restored by$4$ you) 151:03,073[B ]| The suppliant world protect, or else subdue. 151:04,000[' ]| 151:04,000[' ]| 151:04,001[A ]| So$5#1$ clear a season, and so$5#1$ snatched from storms, 151:04,002[A ]| Shows heaven delights to$9$ see what man performs. 151:04,003[A ]| Well knew the sun, if such a day were dim, 151:04,004[A ]| It would have been an injury to$4$ him: 151:04,005[A ]| For$3$ then a cloud had from his eye concealed 151:04,006[A ]| The noblest sight that$6#1$ ever he beheld. 151:04,007[A ]| He therefore checked the invading rains we feared. 151:04,008[A ]| And in$4$ a bright Parenthesis appeared: 151:04,009[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ we knew not which$6#1$ looked most content, 151:04,010[A ]| The King, the people, or the firmament. 151:04,011[A ]| But the solemnity once fully past, 151:04,012[A ]| The intermitted storms returned as fast, 151:04,013[A ]| And heaven and earth each other to$9$ outdo, 151:04,014[A ]| Vied both in$4$ Cannon, and in$4$ fireworks too. 151:04,015[A ]| So$3$ Israel passed through the divided flood, 151:04,016[A ]| While in$4$ obedient heaps the Ocean stood; 151:04,017[A ]| But the same sea, the Hebrews once on$4$ shore, 151:04,018[A ]| Came back in$4$ Torrents where it was before. 151:06,000[' ]| 151:06,001[A ]| You justly may forsake a land which$6#1$ you 151:06,002[A ]| Have found so$5#1$ guilty and so$5#1$ fatal too. 151:06,003[A ]| Fortune, injurious to$4$ your innocence, 151:06,004[A ]| Shot all her arrows either here, or hence. 151:06,005[A ]| It was here bold Rebels once your life pursued, 151:06,006[A ]| (To$4$ whom it was Treason only to$9$ be rude) 151:06,007[A ]| Till you were forced by$4$ their unwearied spite 151:06,008[A ]| (O glorious criminal!) to$9$ take your flight. 151:06,009[A ]| Whence after you all that$6#1$ was human fled; 151:06,010[A ]| For$3$ here, oh here the Royal Martyr bled, 151:06,011[A ]| Whose cause and heart must be divine and high, 151:06,012[A ]| That$6#2$ having you could be content to$9$ die. 151:06,013[A ]| Here they purloined what we to$4$ you did owe, 151:06,014[A ]| And paid you in$4$ variety of woe. 151:06,015[A ]| Yet all those billows in$4$ your breast did meet 151:06,016[A ]| A heart so$5#1$ firm, so$5#1$ royal, and so$5#1$ sweet, 151:06,017[A ]| That$3$ over them you greater conquest made 151:06,018[A ]| Than your immortal father ever had. 151:06,019[A ]| For$3$ we may read in$4$ story of some few 151:06,020[A ]| That$6#1$ fought like$4$ him, none that$6#1$ endured like$4$ you: 151:06,021[A ]| Till sorrow blushed to$9$ act what Traitors meant, 151:06,022[A ]| And providence itself did first repent. 151:06,023[A ]| But as our active, so$3$ our passive ill 151:06,024[A ]| Hath made your share to$9$ be the sufferer's still; 151:06,025[A ]| As from our mischiefs all your troubles grew, 151:06,026[A ]| It is your sad right to$9$ suffer for$4$ them too. 151:06,027[A ]| Else our great Charles had not been hence so$5#1$ long, 151:06,028[A ]| Nor the Illustrious Gloucester died so$5#1$ young; 151:06,029[A ]| Nor had we lost a princess all confessed 151:06,030[A ]| To$9$ be the greatest, wisest, and the best; 151:06,031[A ]| Who$6#1$ leaving colder parts, but less unkind, 151:06,032[A ]| (For$3$ it was here she set, but there she shined) 151:06,033[A ]| Did to$4$ a most ingrateful climate come 151:06,034[A ]| To$9$ make a visit, and to$9$ find a tomb. 151:06,035[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ we should as much your smile despair, 151:06,036[A ]| As of your stay in$4$ this unpurged air; 151:06,037[A ]| But that$3$ your mercy doth exceed our crimes, 151:06,038[A ]| As much as your example former times, 151:06,039[A ]| And will$1$ forgive our offerings, though the flame 151:06,040[A ]| Doth tremble still between regret and shame. 151:06,041[A ]| For$3$ we have justly suffered more than you, 151:06,042[A ]| By$4$ the sad guilt of all your sufferings too. 151:06,043[A ]| As you the great Idea have been seen 151:06,044[A ]| Of either fortune, and in$4$ both a Queen, 151:06,045[A ]| Live still triumphant by$4$ the noblest wars, 151:06,046[A ]| And justify your reconciled stars. 151:06,047[A ]| See your offenders for$4$ your mercy bow, 151:06,048[A ]| And your tried Virtue all mankind allow; 151:06,049[A ]| While you to$4$ such a race have given birth, 151:06,050[A ]| As are contended for$5$ by$4$ heaven and earth. 151:07,000[' ]| 151:07,001[A ]| Welcome sure pledge of reconciled powers, 151:07,002[A ]| If Kingdoms have good Angels, you are ours: 151:07,003[A ]| For$3$ the ill ones, checked by$4$ your bright influence, 151:07,004[A ]| Could never strike, till you were hurried hence; 151:07,005[A ]| But then, as streams withstood more rapid grow, 151:07,006[A ]| War and confusion soon did overflow. 151:07,007[A ]| Such and so$5#1$ many sorrows did succeed, 151:07,008[A ]| As it would be a new one now to$9$ read. 151:07,009[A ]| But whilst your lustre was to$4$ us denied, 151:07,010[A ]| You scattered blessings everywhere beside. 151:07,011[A ]| Nature and fortune have so$5#1$ curious been, 151:07,012[A ]| To$9$ give you worth, and scene to$9$ show it in$5$; 151:07,013[A ]| But we do most admire that$6#2$ generous care 151:07,014[A ]| Which$6#1$ did your glorious Brother's troubles share; 151:07,015[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ he thought them in$4$ your presence none, 151:07,016[A ]| And yet your sufferings did increase his own. 151:07,017[A ]| O wondrous progeny! O race divine! 151:07,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ owe more to$4$ your actions than your line. 151:07,019[A ]| Your lives exalt your father's deathless name, 151:07,020[A ]| The blush of England, and the boast of fame. 151:07,021[A ]| Pardon, great Madam, this unfit address, 151:07,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ doth profane the glory it would confess. 151:07,023[A ]| Our crimes have banished us from you, and we 151:07,024[A ]| Were more removed by$4$ them than by$4$ the Sea. 151:07,025[A ]| Nor is it known whether we wronged you more 151:07,026[A ]| When we rebelled, than now when we adore. 151:07,027[A ]| But what guilt found, Devotion can not miss: 151:07,028[A ]| And you who$6#1$ pardoned that$6#2$, will$1$ pardon this. 151:07,029[A ]| Your blest return tells us our storms are ceased, 151:07,030[A ]| Our faults forgiven, and our stars appeased. 151:07,031[A ]| Your mercy, which$6#1$ no$2$ malice could destroy, 151:07,032[A ]| Shall first bestow, and then instruct our joy. 151:07,033[A ]| For$3$ bounteous heaven hath in$4$ your highness sent 151:07,034[A ]| Our great example, bliss, and ornament. 151:08,000[' ]| 151:08,001[A ]| Great Gloucester is dead, and yet in$4$ this we must 151:08,002[A ]| Confess that$3$ angry heaven is wise and just. 151:08,003[A ]| We have so$5#1$ long and yet so$5#1$ ill endured 151:08,004[A ]| The woes which$6#1$ our offences had procured, 151:08,005[A ]| That$3$ this new shock would all our strength destroy, 151:08,006[A ]| Had we not known an interval of joy. 151:08,007[A ]| And yet perhaps this stroke had been excused, 151:08,008[A ]| If we this interval had not abused. 151:08,009[A ]| But our ingratitude and discontent 151:08,010[A ]| Deserved to$9$ know our mercies are but lent; 151:08,011[A ]| And those complaints heaven in$4$ this rigid fate 151:08,012[A ]| Doth first chastise, and then legitimate. 151:08,013[A ]| By$4$ this it our divisions doth reprove, 151:08,014[A ]| And makes us join in$4$ grief, if not in$4$ love. 151:08,015[A ]| For$3$ (glorious youth) all parties do agree, 151:08,016[A ]| As in$4$ admiring, so$3$ lamenting thee. 151:08,017[A ]| The sovereign's, subject's, foreigner's delight 151:08,018[A ]| Thou wert the universal favourite. 151:08,019[A ]| Not Rome's beloved and brave Marcellus fell 151:08,020[A ]| So$5#1$ much a darling or a miracle. 151:08,021[A ]| Built of the richest blood and finest earth, 151:08,022[A ]| Yet hadst a heart more noble than thy birth; 151:08,023[A ]| Which$6#1$ by$4$ the afflictive changes thou didst know, 151:08,024[A ]| Thou hadst but too much cause and time to$9$ show. 151:08,025[A ]| For$3$ when fate did thy infancy expose 151:08,026[A ]| To$4$ the most barbarous and stupid foes; 151:08,027[A ]| Yet then thou didst so$5#1$ much express a prince, 151:08,028[A ]| As did even them amaze, if not convince. 151:08,029[A ]| Nay that$6#2$ loose Tyrant whom no$2$ bounds confined, 151:08,030[A ]| Whom neither laws, nor oaths, nor shame could bind, 151:08,031[A ]| Although his soul was than his looks more grim, 151:08,032[A ]| Yet thy brave Innocence half softened him, 151:08,033[A ]| And he that$6#2$ worth wherein thy soul was dressed, 151:08,034[A ]| By$4$ his ill favoured clemency confessed; 151:08,035[A ]| Lessening the ill which$6#1$ he could not repent, 151:08,036[A ]| He called that$6#2$ travail which$6#1$ was banishment. 151:08,037[A ]| Escaped from him, thy Trials were increased; 151:08,038[A ]| The scene was changed, but not the danger ceased. 151:08,039[A ]| Though from rough guardians co-seducers gone, 151:08,040[A ]| Those made thy temper, these thy judgment known; 151:08,041[A ]| While thou the noblest Champion wert for$4$ truth, 151:08,042[A ]| Whether we view thy courage or thy youth. 151:08,043[A ]| If to$9$ foil nature and ambition claims 151:08,044[A ]| Greater reward than to$9$ encounter flames, 151:08,045[A ]| All that$6#1$ shall know thy story must allow 151:08,046[A ]| A martyr's crown prepared for$4$ thy brow. 151:08,047[A ]| But yet thou wert suspended from thy throne, 151:08,048[A ]| Til thy great brother had regained his own: 151:08,049[A ]| Who$6#1$ though the bravest sufferer, yet even he 151:08,050[A ]| Could not at once have missed his crown and thee. 151:08,051[A ]| But as commissioned Angels make no$2$ stay, 151:08,052[A ]| But having done their errand go their way; 151:08,053[A ]| So$3$ thy part done, not thy restored state, 151:08,054[A ]| The future splendour that$6#1$ did for$4$ thee wait, 151:08,055[A ]| Nor that$3$ thy prince and country must mourn for$4$ 151:08,056[A ]| Such a support, and such a counsellor, 151:08,057[A ]| Could longer keep thee from that$6#2$ Bliss, whence thou 151:08,058[A ]| Lookest down with pity on$4$ earth's Monarchs now; 151:08,059[A ]| Where thy capacious Soul may quench her thirst, 151:08,060[A ]| And younger brothers may inherit first. 151:08,061[A ]| While on$4$ our King heaven doth this care express, 151:08,062[A ]| To$9$ make his comforts safe, it makes them less. 151:08,063[A ]| For$3$ the successful heathens used to$9$ say, 151:08,064[A ]| It is too much, great Gods! send some allay. 151:10,000[' ]| 151:10,000[' ]| 151:10,001[A ]| Allthough the most do with officious heat 151:10,002[A ]| Only adore the living and the great; 151:10,003[A ]| Yet this Queen's merit fame so$5#1$ far hath spread, 151:10,004[A ]| That$3$ she rules still, though dispossessed and dead. 151:10,005[A ]| For$3$ losing one, two other crowns remained: 151:10,006[A ]| Over all hearts and her own griefs she reigned. 151:10,007[A ]| Two thrones so$5#1$ splendid, as to$4$ none are less, 151:10,008[A ]| But to$4$ that$6#2$ third which$6#1$ she doth now possess. 151:10,009[A ]| Her birth and heart fortune so$5#1$ well did know, 151:10,010[A ]| That$3$ seeking her own fame in$4$ such a foe, 151:10,011[A ]| She dressed the spacious theatre for$4$ the fight, 151:10,012[A ]| And the admiring world called to$4$ the sight; 151:10,013[A ]| An army then of mighty sorrows brought, 151:10,014[A ]| Who$6#1$ all against this single virtue fought; 151:10,015[A ]| And sometimes stratagems, and sometimes blows, 151:10,016[A ]| To$4$ her heroic soul they did oppose; 151:10,017[A ]| But at her feet their vain attempts did fall, 151:10,018[A ]| And she discovered and subdued them all. 151:10,019[A ]| Till fortune weary of her malice grew, 151:10,020[A ]| Became her captive and her trophy too; 151:10,021[A ]| And by$4$ too late a tribute, begged to$9$ have been 151:10,022[A ]| Admitted subject to$4$ so$5#1$ brave a Queen. 151:10,023[A ]| But as some Hero who$6#1$ a field hath won, 151:10,024[A ]| Viewing the things he had so$5#1$ greatly done, 151:10,025[A ]| When by$4$ his spirit's flight he finds that$3$ he 151:10,026[A ]| With his own life must buy the victory, 151:10,027[A ]| He makes the slaughtered heap that$6#1$ next him lies 151:10,028[A ]| His funeral pile, and there in$4$ triumph dies: 151:10,029[A ]| So$5#2$ fell the royal dame, with conquering spent, 151:10,030[A ]| And left in$4$ every breast her monument; 151:10,031[A ]| Wherein so$5#1$ high an epitaph is writ, 151:10,032[A ]| As I must never dare to$9$ copy it; 151:10,033[A ]| But that$6#2$ bright angel which$6#1$ did on$4$ her wait, 151:10,034[A ]| In$4$ fifty years contention with her fate, 151:10,035[A ]| And in$4$ that$6#2$ office did with wonder see 151:10,036[A ]| How great her troubles, how much greater she; 151:10,037[A ]| How she maintained her best prerogative, 151:10,038[A ]| In$4$ keeping still the power to$9$ forgive; 151:10,039[A ]| How high she did in$4$ her devotions go, 151:10,040[A ]| And how her condescensions stooped as low; 151:10,041[A ]| With how much glory she had ever been 151:10,042[A ]| A daughter, sister, mother, wife, and Queen; 151:10,043[A ]| Will$1$ sure employ some deathless Muse to$9$ tell 151:10,044[A ]| Our children this instructive miracle, 151:10,045[A ]| Who$6#1$ may her sad illustrious life recite, 151:10,046[A ]| And after all her wrongs, may do her right. 151:11,000[' ]| 151:11,001[A ]| As when the Glorious Magazine of Light 151:11,002[A ]| Approaches to$4$ his Canopy of night, 151:11,003[A ]| He with new splendour clothes his dying rays, 151:11,004[A ]| And double brightness to$4$ his beams conveys; 151:11,005[A ]| As if to$9$ brave and check his ending fate, 151:11,006[A ]| Puts on$5$ his highest looks in$4$ his lowest State; 151:11,007[A ]| Dressed in$4$ such Terror as to$9$ make us all 151:11,008[A ]| Be Anti-persians, and adore his fall; 151:11,009[A ]| Then quits the world, depriving it of day, 151:11,010[A ]| While every herb and Plant does droop away: 151:11,011[A ]| So$3$ when our Gasping English Royalty 151:11,012[A ]| Perceived her period now was drawing nigh, 151:11,013[A ]| She summons her whole strength to$9$ give one blow, 151:11,014[A ]| To$9$ raise herself, or pull down others too. 151:11,015[A ]| Big with revenge and hope, she now spake more 151:11,016[A ]| Of Terror than in$4$ many months before; 151:11,017[A ]| And musters her attendants, or to$9$ save 151:11,018[A ]| Her from, or wait upon$4$ her to$4$ the Grave: 151:11,019[A ]| Yet but enjoyed the miserable fate 151:11,020[A ]| Of setting Majesty, to$9$ die in$4$ State. 151:11,021[A ]| Unhappy Kings! who$6#1$ can not keep a throne, 151:11,022[A ]| Nor be so$5#1$ fortunate to$9$ fall alone! 151:11,023[A ]| Their weight sinks others: Pompey could not fly, 151:11,024[A ]| But half the world must bear him company; 151:11,025[A ]| Thus Captive Sampson could not life conclude, 151:11,026[A ]| Unless attended with a multitude. 151:11,027[A ]| Who$6#2$ would trust to$4$ Greatness now, whose food is air, 151:11,028[A ]| Whose ruin sudden, and whose end despair? 151:11,029[A ]| Who$6#2$ would presume upon$4$ his Glorious Birth, 151:11,030[A ]| Or quarrel for$4$ a spacious share of earth, 151:11,031[A ]| That$6#1$ sees such diadems become thus cheap, 151:11,032[A ]| And Heroes tumble in$4$ the common heap? 151:11,033[A ]| O! give me virtue then, which$6#1$ sums up$5$ all, 151:11,034[A ]| And firmly stands when Crowns and Sceptres fall. 151:12,000[' ]| 151:12,000[' ]| 151:12,001[A ]| We had been still undone, wrapped in$4$ disguise, 151:12,002[A ]| Secure, not happy; cunning, but not wise; 151:12,003[A ]| War had been our design, interest our trade, 151:12,004[A ]| We had not dwelt in$4$ safety, but in$4$ shade, 151:12,005[A ]| Hadst thou not hung out light more welcome far 151:12,006[A ]| Than wandering Seamen think the Northern Star; 151:12,007[A ]| To$9$ show, lest we our happiness should miss, 151:12,008[A ]| It is placid in$4$ Friendship, Men's (and Angels') bliss. 151:12,009[A ]| Friendship! which$6#1$ had a scorn or mask been made, 151:12,010[A ]| And still had been derided or betrayed; 151:12,011[A ]| At which$6#1$ the Politician still had laughed, 151:12,012[A ]| The soldier stormed, and the gallant scoffed, 151:12,013[A ]| Or worn, not as a passion, but a plot, 151:12,014[A ]| At first pretended, or at last forgot; 151:12,015[A ]| Hadst thou not been her great deliverer, 151:12,016[A ]| And first discovered, and then rescued her; 151:12,017[A ]| And raising what rude malice had flung down, 151:12,018[A ]| Unveiled her face, and then restored her Crown: 151:12,019[A ]| By$4$ so$5#1$ august an action to$9$ convince, 151:12,020[A ]| It is greater to$9$ support than be a Prince. 151:12,021[A ]| O! for$4$ a voice which$6#1$ big as thunder were, 151:12,022[A ]| That$3$ all mankind thy conquering truths might hear! 151:12,023[A ]| Sure the Litigious as amazed would stand, 151:12,024[A ]| As Fairy Knights touched with Cambina's wand. 151:12,025[A ]| Nations and people would let fall their arms, 151:12,026[A ]| Drawn by$4$ thy softer and yet stronger charms: 151:12,027[A ]| And what more honour could on$4$ thee be hurled, 151:12,028[A ]| Than to$9$ protect a virtue, save a world? 151:12,029[A ]| But while Great Friendship thou hast copied out, 151:12,030[A ]| Thou hast drawn thyself so$5#1$ well, that$3$ we may doubt 151:12,031[A ]| Which$6#1$ most appears, thy Candour or thy Art, 151:12,032[A ]| Or we owe more unto thy brain or heart; 151:12,033[A ]| But this we know, without thy own consent, 151:12,034[A ]| Thou hast reared thyself a glorious monument; 151:12,035[A ]| And that$3$ so$5#1$ lasting as all fate forbids, 151:12,036[A ]| And will$1$ out-live Egyptian Pyramids. 151:12,037[A ]| Temples and Statues time will$1$ eat away, 151:12,038[A ]| And Tombs (like$4$ their inhabitants) decay; 151:12,039[A ]| But there Palaemon lives, and so$5#2$ he must 151:12,040[A ]| When Marbles crumble to$4$ forgotten dust. 151:14,000[' ]| 151:14,000[' ]| 151:14,001[A ]| Sir, to$9$ be noble, when it was voted down, 151:14,002[A ]| To$9$ dare be good, though a whole age should frown; 151:14,003[A ]| To$9$ live within, and from that$6#2$ even state 151:14,004[A ]| See all the under-world stoop to$4$ its fate; 151:14,005[A ]| To$9$ give the law of honour, and dispense 151:14,006[A ]| All that$6#1$ is handsome, great and worthy thence; 151:14,007[A ]| Are things at once your practice and your end, 151:14,008[A ]| And which$6#1$ I dare admire, but not commend. 151:14,009[A ]| But since to$9$ oblige the world you so$5#2$ delight, 151:14,010[A ]| You must descend within our reach and sight, 151:14,011[A ]| (For$3$ so$5#2$ divinity must take disguise, 151:14,012[A ]| Lest mortals perish with the bright surprise) 151:14,013[A ]| And thus your muse, which$6#1$ can enough reward 151:14,014[A ]| All actions studied to$9$ be brave and hard, 151:14,015[A ]| And honours gives, than kings more permanent, 151:14,016[A ]| Above the reach of Acts of Parliament, 151:14,017[A ]| May suffer an acknowledgment from me, 151:14,018[A ]| For$4$ having thence received eternity. 151:14,019[A ]| My thoughts with such advantage you express, 151:14,020[A ]| I hardly know them in$4$ this charming dress; 151:14,021[A ]| And had I more unkindness from my friend 151:14,022[A ]| Than my demerits ever could apprehend, 151:14,023[A ]| Were the fleet courted with this gale of wind, 151:14,024[A ]| I might be sure a rich return to$9$ find. 151:14,025[A ]| So$3$ when the Shepherd on$4$ his nymph complained, 151:14,026[A ]| Apollo in$4$ his shape his Mistress gained: 151:14,027[A ]| She might have scorned the swain, and found excuse, 151:14,028[A ]| But could not his great Orator refuse. 151:14,029[A ]| But for$4$ Rosania's intrest, I should fear, 151:14,030[A ]| It were harder to$9$ obtain your pardon here; 151:14,031[A ]| But your first goodness will$1$, I know, allow 151:14,032[A ]| That$3$ what was bounty then, is mercy now. 151:14,033[A ]| Forgiveness is the noblest charity, 151:14,034[A ]| And nothing can worthy your favour be; 151:14,035[A ]| For$3$ you (god-like) are so$5#1$ much your own fate, 151:14,036[A ]| That$3$ what you will$1$ accept, you must create. 151:15,000[' ]| 151:15,000[' ]| 151:15,001[A ]| Nature, which$6#1$ is the vast creation's soul, 151:15,002[A ]| That$6#2$ steady curious agent in$4$ the whole, 151:15,003[A ]| The art of Heaven, the order of this frame, 151:15,004[A ]| Is only number in$4$ another name: 151:15,005[A ]| For$3$ as some King, conquering what was his own, 151:15,006[A ]| Hath choice of several titles to$4$ his crown; 151:15,007[A ]| So$3$ harmony, on$4$ this score now, that$6#2$ then, 151:15,008[A ]| Yet still is all that$6#1$ takes and governs men. 151:15,009[A ]| Beauty is but Composure, and we find 151:15,010[A ]| Content is but the Concord of the mind, 151:15,011[A ]| Friendship the Unison of well-tuned hearts, 151:15,012[A ]| Honour is the Chorus of the noblest parts, 151:15,013[A ]| And all the world on$4$ which$6#1$ we can reflect, 151:15,014[A ]| Music to$4$ the Ear, or to$4$ the intellect. 151:15,015[A ]| If then each man a little world must be, 151:15,016[A ]| How many worlds are copied out in$4$ Thee? 151:15,017[A ]| Who$6#1$ art so$5#1$ richly formed, so$5#1$ complete, 151:15,018[A ]| To$9$ epitomize all that$6#1$ is good or great; 151:15,019[A ]| Whose stars this brave advantage did impart, 151:15,020[A ]| Thy nature is more harmonious than thy art. 151:15,021[A ]| Thou dost above the Poets' praises live, 151:15,022[A ]| Who$6#1$ fetch from thee the Eternity they give; 151:15,023[A ]| And as true reason triumphs over sense, 151:15,024[A ]| Yet is subjected to$4$ intelligence: 151:15,025[A ]| So$3$ Poets on$4$ the lower world look down, 151:15,026[A ]| But Lawes on$4$ them; his height is all his own. 151:15,027[A ]| For$3$, like$4$ divinity itself, his Lyre 151:15,028[A ]| Rewards the wit it did at first inspire: 151:15,029[A ]| And thus by$4$ double right Poets allow 151:15,030[A ]| His and their Laurels should adorn his brow. 151:15,031[A ]| Live then (Great soul of nature!) to$9$ assuage 151:15,032[A ]| The savage dullness of this sullen age; 151:15,033[A ]| Charm us to$4$ sense, and though experience fail, 151:15,034[A ]| And reason too, thy numbers will$1$ prevail. 151:15,035[A ]| Then (like$4$ those Ancients) strike, and so$5#2$ command 151:15,036[A ]| All nature to$9$ obey thy generous hand: 151:15,037[A ]| None can resist, but such who$6#1$ needs will$1$ be 151:15,038[A ]| More stupid than a Stone, a Fish, a Tree. 151:15,039[A ]| Be it thy care our Age to$9$ new-create: 151:15,040[A ]| What built a world may sure repair a state. 151:16,000[' ]| 151:16,000[' ]| <5 of September 1652.> 151:16,000[' ]| 151:16,001[A ]| Hoist up$5$ the sail, cried they who$6#1$ understand 151:16,002[A ]| No$2$ word that$6#1$ carries kindness for$4$ the land: 151:16,003[A ]| Such sons of clamour, that$3$ I wonder not 151:16,004[A ]| They love the sea, whom sure some storm begot. 151:16,005[A ]| Had he who$6#1$ doubted motion these Men seen, 151:16,006[A ]| Or heard their tongues, he had convinced been: 151:16,007[A ]| For$3$ had our bark moved half as fast as they, 151:16,008[A ]| We had not need cast anchor by$4$ the way. 151:16,009[A ]| One of the rest, pretending to$4$ more wit, 151:16,010[A ]| Some small Italian spoke, but murdered it; 151:16,011[A ]| For$3$ I (thanks to$4$ Saburra's letters) knew 151:16,012[A ]| How to$9$ distinguish between the false and true; 151:16,013[A ]| But to$9$ oppose them there as mad would be 151:16,014[A ]| As contradicting a presbytery. 151:16,015[A ]| Let it be Dutch, quoth I, even what you please; 151:16,016[A ]| For$3$ him that$6#1$ spoke it might be bread and cheese. 151:16,017[A ]| So$5#1$ softly moves our Bark, which$6#1$ none controls, 151:16,018[A ]| As are the meetings of agreeing souls; 151:16,019[A ]| And the moonbeams did on$4$ the water play, 151:16,020[A ]| As if at midnight it would create a day. 151:16,021[A ]| The amorous wave, that$6#1$ shared in$4$ such dispense, 151:16,022[A ]| Expressed at once delight and reverence. 151:16,023[A ]| Such trepidation we in$4$ lovers spy, 151:16,024[A ]| Under the oppression of a mistress' eye. 151:16,025[A ]| But then the wind so$5#1$ high did rise and roar, 151:16,026[A ]| Some vowed they would never trust the traitor more. 151:16,027[A ]| Behold the fate that$6#1$ doth all glories sweep, 151:16,028[A ]| Writ in$4$ the dangerous wonders of the deep: 151:16,029[A ]| And yet behold man's easy folly more, 151:16,030[A ]| How soon we curse what late we did adore. 151:16,031[A ]| Sure he that$6#1$ first himself did thus convey, 151:16,032[A ]| Had some strong passion that$3$ he would obey. 151:16,033[A ]| The bark wrought hard, but found it was in$4$ vain 151:16,034[A ]| To$9$ make its party good against the main, 151:16,035[A ]| Tossed and retreated, till at last we see 151:16,036[A ]| She must be fast if ever she would be free. 151:16,037[A ]| We gravely anchor cast, and patiently 151:16,038[A ]| Lie prisoners to$4$ the weather's cruelty. 151:16,039[A ]| We had nor wind nor tide, nor ought but griefs, 151:16,040[A ]| Till a kind spring tide was our first relief. 151:16,041[A ]| Then we float merrily, forgetting quite 151:16,042[A ]| The sad confinement of the stormy night. 151:16,043[A ]| Before we had lost those thoughts, we run aground, 151:16,044[A ]| And then how vain to$9$ be secure we found. 151:16,045[A ]| Now they were all surprised: well, if we must, 151:16,046[A ]| Yet none shall say that$3$ dust is gone to$4$ dust. 151:16,047[A ]| But we are off now, and the civil tide 151:16,048[A ]| Assisted us the Tempest to$9$ outride. 151:16,049[A ]| But what most pleased my mind upon$4$ the way, 151:16,050[A ]| Was the ship's posture which$6#1$ in$4$ harbour lay: 151:16,051[A ]| Which$6#1$ so$5#1$ close to$4$ a rocky grove were fixed, 151:16,052[A ]| That$3$ the trees branches with the tackling mixed. 151:16,053[A ]| One would have thought it was, as then it stood, 151:16,054[A ]| A growing navy, or a floating wood. 151:16,055[A ]| But I have done at last, and do confess 151:16,056[A ]| My voyage taught me so$5#1$ much tediousness; 151:16,057[A ]| In$4$ short, the heavens must needs propitious be, 151:16,058[A ]| Because Lucasia was concerned for$4$ me. 151:18,000[' ]| 151:18,000[' ]| 151:18,001[A ]| Content, the false world's best disguise, 151:18,002[A ]| The search and faction of the wise, 151:18,003[A ]| Is so$5#1$ abstruse and hid in$4$ night, 151:18,004[A ]| That$3$ like$4$ that$6#2$ Fairy red-cross Knight, 151:18,005[A ]| Who$6#1$ treacherous falsehood for$4$ clear truth had got, 151:18,006[A ]| Men think they have it, when they have it not. 151:18,007[A ]| For$3$ courts content would gladly own, 151:18,008[A ]| But she never dwelt about a Throne; 151:18,009[A ]| And to$9$ be flattered, rich or great, 151:18,010[A ]| Are things that$6#1$ do man's senses cheat; 151:18,011[A ]| But grave experience long since this did see, 151:18,012[A ]| Ambition and content could never agree. 151:18,013[A ]| Some vainer would content expect 151:18,014[A ]| From what their bright outsides reflect; 151:18,015[A ]| But sure content is more divine 151:18,016[A ]| Than to$9$ be digged from Rock or Mine; 151:18,017[A ]| And they that$6#1$ know her beauties will$1$ confess, 151:18,018[A ]| She needs no$2$ lustre from a glittering dress. 151:18,019[A ]| In$4$ Mirth some place her, but she scorns 151:18,020[A ]| The assistance of such crackling thorns, 151:18,021[A ]| Nor owes herself to$4$ such thin sport, 151:18,022[A ]| That$6#1$ is so$5#1$ sharp, and yet so$5#1$ short; 151:18,023[A ]| And Painters tell us they the same strokes place 151:18,024[A ]| To$9$ make a Laughing and a weeping Face. 151:18,025[A ]| Others there are that$6#1$ place content 151:18,026[A ]| In$4$ Liberty from Government; 151:18,027[A ]| But who$6#1$ his passions do deprave, 151:18,028[A ]| Though free from shackles, is a slave. 151:18,029[A ]| Content and Bondage differ only then, 151:18,030[A ]| When we are chained by$4$ vices, not by$4$ men. 151:18,031[A ]| Some think the camp content does know, 151:18,032[A ]| And that$3$ she sits on$4$ the Victor's brow; 151:18,033[A ]| But in$4$ his Laurel there is seen 151:18,034[A ]| Often a cypress bough between. 151:18,035[A ]| Nor will$1$ content herself in$4$ that$6#2$ place give, 151:18,036[A ]| Where noise and tumult and destruction live. 151:18,037[A ]| But the most discreet believe 151:18,038[A ]| The schools this Jewel do receive, 151:18,039[A ]| And thus far true without dispute, 151:18,040[A ]| Knowledge is still the sweetest fruit. 151:18,041[A ]| But while men seek for$4$ truth they lose their peace; 151:18,042[A ]| And who$6#1$ heaps knowledge, sorrow doth increase. 151:18,043[A ]| But now some sullen Hermit smiles, 151:18,044[A ]| And thinks he all the world beguiles, 151:18,045[A ]| And that$3$ his cell and Dish contain 151:18,046[A ]| What all mankind do wish in$4$ Vain. 151:18,047[A ]| But yet his pleasure is followed with a groan, 151:18,048[A ]| For$3$ man was never made to$9$ be alone. 151:18,049[A ]| Content herself best comprehends 151:18,050[A ]| Between two souls, and they two friends, 151:18,051[A ]| Whose either joys in$4$ both are fixed, 151:18,052[A ]| And multiplied by$4$ being mixed; 151:18,053[A ]| Whose minds and interests are so$5#1$ the same, 151:18,054[A ]| Their very griefs, imparted, lose that$6#2$ name. 151:18,055[A ]| These, far removed from all bold noise, 151:18,056[A ]| And (what is worse) all hollow joys, 151:18,057[A ]| Who$6#1$ never had a mean design, 151:18,058[A ]| Whose flame is serious and divine, 151:18,059[A ]| And calm, and even, must contented be, 151:18,060[A ]| For$3$ they have both Union and society. 151:18,061[A ]| Then, my Lucasia, we who$6#1$ have 151:18,062[A ]| Whatever love can give or crave, 151:18,063[A ]| With scorn or pity can survey 151:18,064[A ]| The trifles which$6#1$ the most betray; 151:18,065[A ]| With innocence and perfect friendship fired, 151:18,066[A ]| By$4$ virtue joined, and by$4$ our choice retired. 151:18,067[A ]| Whose mirrors are the crystal brooks, 151:18,068[A ]| Or else each other's hearts and looks; 151:18,069[A ]| Who$6#1$ can not wish for$4$ other things 151:18,070[A ]| Than Privacy and friendship brings; 151:18,071[A ]| Whose thoughts and persons changed and mixed are one, 151:18,072[A ]| Enjoy content, or else the world has none. 151:19,000[' ]| 151:19,000[' ]| 151:19,001[B ]| Say, my Orinda, why so$5#1$ sad? 151:19,002[A ]| Absence from thee will$1$ tear my heart; 151:19,003[A ]| Which$6#1$, since with thine it union had, 151:19,004[A ]| Each parting splits. 151:19,004[B ]| and can we part? 151:19,005[A ]| Our bodies must. 151:19,005[B ]| but never we: 151:19,006[B ]| Our souls, without the helpe of sense, 151:19,007[B ]| By$4$ ways more noble and more free 151:19,008[B ]| Can meet, and hold intelligence. 151:19,009[A ]| And yet those souls, when first they met, 151:19,010[A ]| Looked out at windows through the eyes. 151:19,011[B ]| But soon did such acquaintance get, 151:19,012[B ]| Not fate nor time can them surprise. 151:19,013[A ]| Absence will$1$ rob us of that$6#2$ bliss 151:19,014[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ this friendship title brings: 151:19,015[A ]| Love's fruits and joys are made by$4$ this 151:19,016[A ]| Useless as Crowns to$4$ captive Kings. 151:19,017[B ]| Friendship is a science, and we know 151:19,018[B ]| There contemplation is most employed. 151:19,019[A ]| Religion is so$5#2$, but practique too, 151:19,020[A ]| And both by$4$ niceties destroyed. 151:19,021[B ]| But who$6#1$ never part can never meet, 151:19,022[B ]| And so$3$ that$6#2$ happiness were lost. 151:19,023[A ]| Thus pain and Death are sadly sweet, 151:19,024[A ]| Since health and heaven such price must cost. 151:19,025[X ]| But we shall come where no$2$ rude hand shall sever, 151:19,026[X ]| And there we will$1$ meet, and part no$2$ more forever. 151:20,000[' ]| 151:20,000[' ]| 151:20,001[A ]| We will$1$ not like$4$ those men our offerings pay 151:20,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ crown the cup, then think they crown the day. 151:20,003[A ]| We will$1$ make no$2$ garlands, nor an Altar build, 151:20,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ help not joy, but ostentation yield. 151:20,005[A ]| Where mirth is justly grounded, these wild toys 151:20,006[A ]| Do but disturb, and not adorn our joys. 151:20,007[A ]| But these shall be my great solemnities, 151:20,008[A ]| Orinda's wishes for$4$ Cassandra's bliss. 151:20,009[A ]| May her content be as unmixed and pure 151:20,010[A ]| As my affection, and like$4$ that$6#2$ endure; 151:20,011[A ]| And that$6#2$ strong happiness may she still find 151:20,012[A ]| Not owing to$4$ her fortune, but her mind. 151:20,013[A ]| May her content and beauty be the same, 151:20,014[A ]| And may she know no$2$ grief but in$4$ the name. 151:20,015[A ]| May his and her pleasure and Love be so$5#1$ 151:20,016[A ]| Involved and growing, that$3$ we may not know 151:20,017[A ]| Who$6#1$ most affection or most peace engrossed; 151:20,018[A ]| Whose Love is strongest, or whose bliss is most. 151:20,019[A ]| May nothing accidental ever appear 151:20,020[A ]| But what shall with new bands their souls endear; 151:20,021[A ]| And may they count the hours as they do pass, 151:20,022[A ]| By$4$ their own joys, and not by$4$ sun or glass; 151:20,023[A ]| While every day like$4$ this may sacred prove 151:20,024[A ]| To$4$ Friendship, duty, gratitude and Love. 151:22,000[' ]| 151:22,000[' ]| 151:22,001[A ]| Come, my Ardelia, to$4$ this bower, 151:22,002[A ]| Where kindly mingling Souls a while, 151:22,003[A ]| Let us innocently spend an hour, 151:22,004[A ]| And at all serious follies smile. 151:22,005[A ]| Here is no$2$ quarrelling for$4$ Crowns, 151:22,006[A ]| Nor fear of changes in$4$ our fate; 151:22,007[A ]| No$2$ trembling at the Great ones' frowns, 151:22,008[A ]| Nor any Slavery of State. 151:22,009[A ]| Here is no$2$ disguise, nor treachery, 151:22,010[A ]| Nor any deep concealed design; 151:22,011[A ]| From blood and plots this place is free, 151:22,012[A ]| And calm as are those looks of thine. 151:22,013[A ]| Here let us sit, and bless our Stars 151:22,014[A ]| Who$6#1$ did such happy quiet give, 151:22,015[A ]| As that$3$ removed from noise of wars 151:22,016[A ]| In$4$ one another's hearts we live. 151:22,017[A ]| Why should we entertain a fear? 151:22,018[A ]| Love cares not how the world is turned: 151:22,019[A ]| If crowds of dangers should appear, 151:22,020[A ]| Yet friendship can be unconcerned. 151:22,021[A ]| We wear about us such a charm, 151:22,022[A ]| No$2$ horror can be our offence; 151:22,023[A ]| For$3$ mischief's self can do no$2$ harm 151:22,024[A ]| To$4$ friendship and to$4$ innocence. 151:22,025[A ]| Let us mark how soon Apollo's beams 151:22,026[A ]| Command the flocks to$9$ quit their meat, 151:22,027[A ]| And not intreat the neighbour-streams 151:22,028[A ]| To$9$ quench their thirst, but cool their heat. 151:22,029[A ]| In$4$ such a scorching Age as this, 151:22,030[A ]| Whoever would not seek a shade 151:22,031[A ]| Deserve their happiness to$9$ miss, 151:22,032[A ]| As having their own peace betrayed. 151:22,033[A ]| But we (of one another's mind 151:22,034[A ]| Assured,) the boisterous world disdain; 151:22,035[A ]| With quiet souls, and unconfined, 151:22,036[A ]| Enjoy what princes wish in$4$ vain. 151:23,000[' ]| 151:23,000[' ]| 151:23,000[A ]| Madam, 151:23,001[A ]| As some great Conqueror, who$6#1$ knows no$2$ bounds, 151:23,002[A ]| But hunting honour in$4$ a thousand wounds, 151:23,003[A ]| Pursues his rage, and thinks that$6#2$ triumph cheap 151:23,004[A ]| That$6#1$ is but attended with the common heap, 151:23,005[A ]| Till his more happy fortune doth afford 151:23,006[A ]| Some royal Captive that$6#1$ deserved his sword 151:23,007[A ]| (And only now is of his Laurel proud, 151:23,008[A ]| Thinking his dangerous valour well bestowed,) 151:23,009[A ]| But then retreats, and spending hate no$2$ more, 151:23,010[A ]| Thinks mercy now what courage was before: 151:23,011[A ]| As cowardice in$4$ fight, so$3$ equally 151:23,012[A ]| He doth abhor a bloody Victory. 151:23,013[A ]| So$3$ (Madam) though perhaps you were allowed 151:23,014[A ]| To$9$ be severe unto the yielding crowd, 151:23,015[A ]| That$6#1$ were subdued before you an object knew 151:23,016[A ]| Worthy your conquest and your mercy too; 151:23,017[A ]| But now it is gained, your Victory is complete, 151:23,018[A ]| Onely your clemency should be as great. 151:23,019[A ]| None will$1$ dispute the power of your eyes, 151:23,020[A ]| That$6#1$ understand Philaster is their prize. 151:23,021[A ]| Hope not your glory can have new access, 151:23,022[A ]| For$3$ all your future trophies will$1$ go less: 151:23,023[A ]| But with this homage be you satisfied, 151:23,024[A ]| From him that$6#1$ conquers all the world beside; 151:23,025[A ]| Nor let your rigour now the Triumph blot, 151:23,026[A ]| And lose the honour which$6#1$ your beauty got. 151:23,027[A ]| Be just and kind to$4$ your own peace and fame, 151:23,028[A ]| In$4$ being so$5#2$ to$4$ him, for$3$ they are the same, 151:23,029[A ]| And live and die at once; if you would be 151:23,030[A ]| Nobly transmitted to$4$ posterity, 151:23,031[A ]| Take heed lest in$4$ the Story they peruse 151:23,032[A ]| A murder which$6#1$ no$2$ language can excuse, 151:23,033[A ]| But wisely spare the trouble of one frown, 151:23,034[A ]| Give him his happiness, and know your own. 151:23,035[A ]| Thus shall you be as honour's self esteemed, 151:23,036[A ]| Who$6#1$ have one sex obliged, your own redeemed 151:23,037[A ]| Thus the religion due unto your shrine 151:23,038[A ]| Shall be as Universal, as divine: 151:23,039[A ]| And that$6#2$ devotion shall this blessing gain, 151:23,040[A ]| Which$6#1$ Law and reason do attempt in$4$ vain: 151:23,041[A ]| The world shall join, maintaining but one strife, 151:23,042[A ]| Who$6#1$ shall most thank you for$4$ Philaster's Life. 151:24,000[' ]| 151:24,000[' ]| 151:24,001[A ]| As when some Injured Prince assumes disguise, 151:24,002[A ]| And strives to$9$ make his carriage sympathize, 151:24,003[A ]| Yet hath a great betraying mien and air, 151:24,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ speaks him royal, spite of all his care: 151:24,005[A ]| So$3$ the issues of thy soul can never be hid, 151:24,006[A ]| And the Sun's force may be as soon forbid, 151:24,007[A ]| As thine obscured; there is no$2$ shade so$5#1$ great 151:24,008[A ]| Through which$6#1$ it will$1$ not dart forth light and heat. 151:24,009[A ]| Thus we discover thee by$4$ thy own day, 151:24,010[A ]| Against thy will$0$ snatching the cloud away. 151:24,011[A ]| Now the piece shines! and if we will$1$ not say 151:24,012[A ]| Parents can souls, as tapers light, convey; 151:24,013[A ]| Yet we must grant thy soul transmitted here 151:24,014[A ]| In$4$ beams almost as lasting, and as clear. 151:24,015[A ]| And that$6#2$ is our highest praise, for$3$ but thy mind, 151:24,016[A ]| Thy works could never a resemblance find. 151:24,017[A ]| That$6#2$ mind whose search can Nature's secret hand 151:24,018[A ]| At one great stroke discover and command, 151:24,019[A ]| Which$6#1$ pierces times and things, before whose eyes 151:24,020[A ]| Nor men, nor notions, dare put on$5$ disguise. 151:24,021[A ]| And were all Authors now as much forgot 151:24,022[A ]| As prosperous ignorance herself could plot; 151:24,023[A ]| Had we the rich supplies of thy one breast, 151:24,024[A ]| The knowing world would never miss the rest. 151:24,025[A ]| Men did before from Learning take their fame, 151:24,026[A ]| But Learning's self is honoured by$4$ thy name: 151:24,027[A ]| Thou studiest not belief to$9$ introduce 151:24,028[A ]| Of Novelties, more fit for$4$ show than use; 151:24,029[A ]| But thinkest it nobler charity to$9$ uphold 151:24,030[A ]| The credit and the beauty of the old: 151:24,031[A ]| And with one hand canst easily support 151:24,032[A ]| Learning and Law, a Temple and a Court. 151:24,033[A ]| And this secures me: for$3$ as we below, 151:24,034[A ]| Valleys from Hills, houses from Churches know, 151:24,035[A ]| But to$4$ their sight who$6#1$ stand extremely high, 151:24,036[A ]| Those forms will$1$ have one flat equality: 151:24,037[A ]| So$3$ from a lower soul I might well fear 151:24,038[A ]| A critic censure, when surveyed too near; 151:24,039[A ]| But from Cratander, (who$6#1$, above the best, 151:24,040[A ]| Lives in$4$ a height which$6#1$ levels all the rest,) 151:24,041[A ]| I may that$6#2$ royalty of soul expect, 151:24,042[A ]| That$6#1$ can at once both pardon and neglect. 151:24,043[A ]| Thus I approach, and wanting wit and sense, 151:24,044[A ]| Let trepidation be my Reverence. 151:26,000[' ]| 151:26,000[' ]| 151:26,000[' ]| <(on my first approaches)> 151:26,000[A ]| Madam, 151:26,001[A ]| As in$4$ a triumph conquerors admit 151:26,002[A ]| Their meanest captives to$9$ attend on$4$ it, 151:26,003[A ]| Who$6#1$, though unworthy, have the power confessed, 151:26,004[A ]| And justified the yielding of the rest: 151:26,005[A ]| So$3$ when the busy world (in$4$ hope to$9$ excuse 151:26,006[A ]| Their own surprise) your conquests do peruse, 151:26,007[A ]| And find my name, they will$1$ be apt to$9$ say 151:26,008[A ]| Your charms were blinded, or else thrown away. 151:26,009[A ]| There is no$2$ honour got in$4$ gaining me, 151:26,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ am a prize not worth your Victory. 151:26,011[A ]| But this will$1$ clear you, that$3$ it is general 151:26,012[A ]| The worst applaud what is admired by$4$ all. 151:26,013[A ]| But I have plots in$4$ it: for$3$ the way to$9$ be 151:26,014[A ]| Secure of fame to$4$ all posterity, 151:26,015[A ]| Is to$9$ obtain the honour I pursue, 151:26,016[A ]| To$9$ tell the world I was subdued by$4$ you. 151:26,017[A ]| And since in$4$ you all wonders common are, 151:26,018[A ]| Your votaries may in$4$ your virtues share, 151:26,019[A ]| While you by$4$ noble magic worth impart: 151:26,020[A ]| She that$6#1$ can conquer, can reclaim a heart. 151:26,021[A ]| Of this Creation I shall not despair, 151:26,022[A ]| Since for$4$ your own sake it concerns your care: 151:26,023[A ]| For$3$ it is more honour that$3$ the world should know 151:26,024[A ]| You made a noble soul, than found it so$5#2$. 151:27,000[' ]| 151:27,001[A ]| Not to$9$ oblige Lucasia by$4$ my voice, 151:27,002[A ]| To$9$ boast my fate, or justify my choice, 151:27,003[A ]| Is this designed; but pity does engage 151:27,004[A ]| My pen to$9$ rescue the declining age. 151:27,005[A ]| For$3$ since it is grown in$4$ fashion to$9$ be bad, 151:27,006[A ]| And to$9$ be vain or angry, proud or mad, 151:27,007[A ]| (While in$4$ their vices only men agree) 151:27,008[A ]| Is thought the only modern gallantry; 151:27,009[A ]| How would some brave example check the Crimes, 151:27,010[A ]| And both reproach and yet reform the times? 151:27,011[A ]| Nor can morality itself reclaim 151:27,012[A ]| The apostate world like$4$ my Lucasia's name. 151:27,013[A ]| Lucasia, whose rich soul had it been known 151:27,014[A ]| In$4$ that$6#2$ time the ancients called the golden One, 151:27,015[A ]| When innocence and greatness were the same, 151:27,016[A ]| And men no$2$ battens knew but in$4$ a game, 151:27,017[A ]| Choosing what nature, not what art prefers; 151:27,018[A ]| Poets were judges, Kings Philosophers; 151:27,019[A ]| Even then from her the wise would copies draw, 151:27,020[A ]| And she to$4$ the infant-World had given Law. 151:27,021[A ]| That$3$ souls were made of number could not be 151:27,022[A ]| An observation, but a prophecy. 151:27,023[A ]| It meant Lucasia, whose harmonious state 151:27,024[A ]| The spheres and muses faintly imitate. 151:27,025[A ]| But as then Music is best understood 151:27,026[A ]| When every chord is examined and found good: 151:27,027[A ]| So$3$ what in$4$ others judgement is, and will$0$, 151:27,028[A ]| In$4$ her is the same even reason still. 151:27,029[A ]| And as some colour various seems, but yet 151:27,030[A ]| It is but our difference in$4$ considering it: 151:27,031[A ]| So$3$ she now life, and then doth light dispense, 151:27,032[A ]| But is one shining orb of Excellence; 151:27,033[A ]| And that$6#2$ so$5#1$ piercing, when she judgement takes, 151:27,034[A ]| She doth not search, but intuition makes: 151:27,035[A ]| And her discoveries more easy are 151:27,036[A ]| Than Cesar's conquest in$4$ his Pontic war. 151:27,037[A ]| As bright and vigorous, her beams are pure, 151:27,038[A ]| And in$4$ their own rich candour so$5#1$ secure, 151:27,039[A ]| That$3$ had she lived when Legends were devised, 151:27,040[A ]| Rome had been just, and she been canonized. 151:27,041[A ]| Nay innocence itself less clear must be, 151:27,042[A ]| If innocence be anything but she. 151:27,043[A ]| For$4$ virtues so$5#1$ congenial to$4$ her mind, 151:27,044[A ]| That$3$ Liquid things, or friends, are less combined; 151:27,045[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ in$4$ her that$6#2$ Sage his wish had seen, 151:27,046[A ]| And Virtue's self had personated been. 151:27,047[A ]| Now as distilled simples do agree, 151:27,048[A ]| And in$4$ the Alembic lose Variety; 151:27,049[A ]| So$3$ virtue, though in$4$ scattered pieces it was, 151:27,050[A ]| Is by$4$ her mind made one rich useful mass ~~ 151:27,051[A ]| Nor doth discretion put religion down, 151:27,052[A ]| Nor hasty Zeal usurp the judgment's Crown: 151:27,053[A ]| Wisdom and friendship have one single throne, 151:27,054[A ]| And make another friendship of their own. 151:27,055[A ]| Each several piece darts such fierce pleasing rays, 151:27,056[A ]| Poetic lovers would but wrong in$4$ praise ~~ 151:27,057[A ]| All hath proportion, all hath comeliness, 151:27,058[A ]| And her humility alone excess. 151:27,059[A ]| Her modesty doth wrong a worth so$5#1$ great, 151:27,060[A ]| Which$6#1$ calumny itself would nobler treat: 151:27,061[A ]| While true to$4$ friendship's and to$4$ nature's trust, 151:27,062[A ]| To$4$ her own merits only, she is unjust. 151:27,063[A ]| But as divinity we best declare 151:27,064[A ]| By$4$ sounds as broken as our notions are; 151:27,065[A ]| So$3$ to$9$ acknowledge such vast eminence, 151:27,066[A ]| Imperfect wonder is all our eloquence. 151:27,067[A ]| No$2$ pen Lucasia's glories can relate, 151:27,068[A ]| But they admire best who$6#1$ dare imitate. 151:28,000[' ]| 151:28,001[A ]| And why this Vault and Tomb? alike we must 151:28,002[A ]| Put off distinctions, and put on$5$ our dust. 151:28,003[A ]| Nor can the stateliest Fabric help to$9$ save 151:28,004[A ]| From the corruptions of a common Grave; 151:28,005[A ]| Nor for$4$ the resurrection more prepare 151:28,006[A ]| Than if the dust were scattered in$4$ the air ~~ 151:28,007[A ]| What then? the ambition is just, say some, that$3$ we 151:28,008[A ]| May thus perpetuate our memory. 151:28,009[A ]| Ah! false vain task of art! ah! poor weak man, 151:28,010[A ]| Whose monument does more than his merit can: 151:28,011[A ]| Who$6#1$ is by$4$ his friends best care and love abused, 151:28,012[A ]| And in$4$ his very epitaph is accused! 151:28,013[A ]| For$3$ did they not suspect his name would fall, 151:28,014[A ]| There would not need an epitaph at all. 151:28,015[A ]| But after death too, I would be alive, 151:28,016[A ]| And shall, if my Lucasia do, survive. 151:28,017[A ]| I quit this pomp of death, and am content, 151:28,018[A ]| Having her heart to$9$ be my monument: 151:28,019[A ]| Though never stone to$4$ me, it will$1$ stone for$4$ me prove, 151:28,020[A ]| By$4$ the peculiar miracle of Love. 151:28,021[A ]| There I will$1$ inscription have, which$6#1$ no$2$ Tomb gives, 151:28,022[A ]| Not, here Orinda Lies, but, here she lives. 151:30,000[' ]| 151:30,000[' ]| <24 May. 1660 ~~ 13th of her age> 151:30,001[A ]| If I could ever write a lasting verse, 151:30,002[A ]| It should be laid, dear Saint, upon$4$ thy hearse. 151:30,003[A ]| But Sorrow is no$2$ muse, and doth confess 151:30,004[A ]| That$3$ it least can what most it would express. 151:30,005[A ]| Yet, that$3$ I may some bounds to$4$ griefs allow, 151:30,006[A ]| I will$1$ try if I can weep in$4$ numbers now. 151:30,007[A ]| Ah beauteous blossom! too untimely dead! 151:30,008[A ]| Whither, ah whither is thy sweetness fled? 151:30,009[A ]| Where are the charms that$6#1$ always did arise 151:30,010[A ]| From the prevailing language of thine eyes? 151:30,011[A ]| Where is thy modest air and lovely mien, 151:30,012[A ]| And all the wonders that$6#1$ in$4$ these were seen? 151:30,013[A ]| Alas! in$4$ vain! In$4$ vain on$4$ thee I rave; 151:30,014[A ]| There is no$2$ pity in$4$ the stupid grave. 151:30,015[A ]| But so$5#2$ the bankrupt, sitting on$4$ the brim 151:30,016[A ]| Of those fierce billows which$6#1$ had ruined him, 151:30,017[A ]| Begs for$4$ his lost estate, and doth complain 151:30,018[A ]| To$4$ the inexorable floods in$4$ vain. 151:30,019[A ]| As well we might enquire, when roses die, 151:30,020[A ]| To$4$ what retirement do their odours fly; 151:30,021[A ]| Where do their virtues and their blushes haste, 151:30,022[A ]| When the short triumph of their life is past; 151:30,023[A ]| Or call their perished beauties back with tears, 151:30,024[A ]| As add one moment to$4$ thy finished years. 151:30,025[A ]| No$7$, no$7$, thou art gone, and thy presaging mind 151:30,026[A ]| So$5#1$ thriftily thy early hours designed, 151:30,027[A ]| That$3$ hasty death was baffled in$4$ his pride, 151:30,028[A ]| Since nothing of thee but thy body died. 151:30,029[A ]| Thy soul was up$5$ betimes, and so$5#1$ concerned 151:30,030[A ]| To$9$ grasp all excellence that$6#1$ could be learned, 151:30,031[A ]| That$3$ finding nothing fill her thirsting here, 151:30,032[A ]| To$4$ the spring head she went, to$9$ quench it there; 151:30,033[A ]| And so$5#2$ prepared, that$3$ being free from sin 151:30,034[A ]| She quickly might become a cherubim. 151:30,035[A ]| Thou wert all soul, and through thy eye it shined, 151:30,036[A ]| Ashamed and angry to$9$ be so$5#1$ confined ~~ 151:30,037[A ]| It longed to$9$ be uncaged, and thither flown 151:30,038[A ]| Where it might know as clearly as it was known. 151:30,039[A ]| In$4$ these vast hopes we might thy chance have found 151:30,040[A ]| But that$3$ heaven blinds whom it decrees to$9$ wound. 151:30,041[A ]| For$3$ parts so$5#1$ soon at so$5#1$ sublime a pitch, 151:30,042[A ]| A judgement so$5#1$ mature, fancy so$5#1$ rich, 151:30,043[A ]| Never appears unto unthankful men, 151:30,044[A ]| But as a Vision, to$9$ be hid again ~~ 151:30,045[A ]| So$3$ glorious scenes in$4$ masques spectators view 151:30,046[A ]| With the short pleasure of an hour or two; 151:30,047[A ]| But that$3$ once past, the ornaments are gone, 151:30,048[A ]| The lights extinguished, and the curtains drawne. 151:30,049[A ]| But all these gifts were thy less noble part, 151:30,050[A ]| Nor was thy head so$5#1$ glorious as thy heart; 151:30,051[A ]| Where the divine impression shined so$5#1$ clear, 151:30,052[A ]| As snatched thee hence, and yet endeared thee here: 151:30,053[A ]| For$3$ what in$4$ thee did most command our love, 151:30,054[A ]| Was both the cause and sign of thy remove. 151:30,055[A ]| Such fools are we, so$5#1$ fatally we choose, 151:30,056[A ]| That$3$ what we most would keep, we soonest lose. 151:30,057[A ]| The humble greatness of thy pious thought, 151:30,058[A ]| Sweetness unforced, and bashfulness untaught, 151:30,059[A ]| The native candour of thy open breast, 151:30,060[A ]| And all the beams wherein thy worth was dressed, 151:30,061[A ]| Thy wit so$5#1$ bright, so$5#1$ piercing, so$5#1$ immense, 151:30,062[A ]| Adorned with wise and lovely innocence, 151:30,063[A ]| Might have foretold thou wert not so$5#1$ complete, 151:30,064[A ]| But that$3$ our joy might be as short as great. 151:30,065[A ]| It is so$5#2$, and all our cares and hopes of thee 151:30,066[A ]| Fled like$4$ a vanished dream, or withered tree. 151:30,067[A ]| So$3$ the poor Swain beholds his ripened corn, 151:30,068[A ]| By$4$ some rough wind without a sickle torn. 151:30,069[A ]| Never, ah! never let glad parents guess 151:30,070[A ]| At one remove of future happiness, 151:30,071[A ]| But reckon children among those passing joys 151:30,072[A ]| Which$6#1$ one hour gives them, and the next destroys. 151:30,073[A ]| Alas! we were secure of our content, 151:30,074[A ]| But find too late that$3$ it was only lent, 151:30,075[A ]| To$9$ be a mirror wherein we might see 151:30,076[A ]| How frail we are, how innocent should be. 151:30,077[A ]| But if to$4$ thy blest soul my grief appears, 151:30,078[A ]| Forgive and pity these injurious tears; 151:30,079[A ]| Impute them to$4$ affection's sad excess, 151:30,080[A ]| Which$6#1$ will$1$ not yield to$4$ nature's tenderness, 151:30,081[A ]| Since it was through dearest ties and highest trust 151:30,082[A ]| Continued from thy cradle to$4$ thy dust; 151:30,083[A ]| And so$5#1$ rewarded and confirmed by$4$ thine, 151:30,084[A ]| That$3$ (woe is me!) I thought thee too much mine. 151:30,085[A ]| But I will$1$ resign, and follow thee as fast 151:30,086[A ]| As my unhappy minutes will$1$ make haste. 151:30,087[A ]| Till when, the fresh remembrances of thee 151:30,088[A ]| Shall be my emblem of mortality. 151:30,089[A ]| For$3$ such a loss as thine, bright soul, is not 151:30,090[A ]| Ever to$9$ be repaired, or forgot. 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,000[' ]| 151:31,001[A ]| I can not hold, for$3$ though to$9$ write be rude, 151:31,002[A ]| Yet to$9$ be silent were ingratitude, 151:31,003[A ]| And folly too; for$3$ if Posterity 151:31,004[A ]| Should never hear of such an one as she, 151:31,005[A ]| And only know this Age's brutish fame, 151:31,006[A ]| They would think virtue nothing but a name. 151:31,007[A ]| And though far abler Pens must her define, 151:31,008[A ]| Yet her Adoption hath engaged mine: 151:31,009[A ]| And I must own, where merit shines so$5#1$ clear, 151:31,010[A ]| It is hard to$9$ write, but harder to$9$ forbear. 151:31,011[A ]| Sprung from an Ancient and an honoured Stem, 151:31,012[A ]| Who$6#1$ lent her lustre, and she paid it them, 151:31,013[A ]| Who$6#1$ still in$4$ great and noble things appeared, 151:31,014[A ]| Whom both their Country loved and yet they feared. 151:31,015[A ]| Matched to$4$ another, good and great as they 151:31,016[A ]| Who$6#1$ did their Country both oblige and sway. 151:31,017[A ]| Behold herself! who$6#1$ had, without dispute, 151:31,018[A ]| More than both families could contribute. 151:31,019[A ]| What early Beauty Grief and Age had broke, 151:31,020[A ]| Her lovely relics and her offspring spoke. 151:31,021[A ]| She was by$4$ Nature and her Parents care, 151:31,022[A ]| A woman long before most others are. 151:31,023[A ]| But yet that$6#2$ antedated Season she 151:31,024[A ]| Improved to$4$ Virtue, not to$4$ Liberty; 151:31,025[A ]| For$3$ she was still, in$4$ either state of Life, 151:31,026[A ]| Meek as a Virgin, prudent as a wife. 151:31,027[A ]| And she well knew, although so$5#1$ young and fair, 151:31,028[A ]| Justly to$9$ mix Obedience, Love and Care; 151:31,029[A ]| Whilst to$4$ her children she did still appear 151:31,030[A ]| So$5#1$ wisely kind, so$5#1$ tenderly severe, 151:31,031[A ]| That$3$ they from her Rule and Example brought 151:31,032[A ]| A native honour, which$6#1$ she stamped and taught. 151:31,033[A ]| Nor can a single pen enough commend 151:31,034[A ]| So$5#1$ kind a Sister, and so$5#1$ clear a friend. 151:31,035[A ]| A wisdom from above did her secure, 151:31,036[A ]| Which$6#1$, though it was peacable, was ever pure. 151:31,037[A ]| And if well ordered Commonwealth must be 151:31,038[A ]| Patterns for$4$ every private Family, 151:31,039[A ]| Her house, ruled by$4$ her hand, awed by$4$ her Eye, 151:31,040[A ]| Might be a pattern for$4$ a Monarchy. 151:31,041[A ]| Her noble bounty was her prudent care, 151:31,042[A ]| Who$6#1$ handsome freedom gave, yet regular. 151:31,043[A ]| Salomon's wisest woman less could do; 151:31,044[A ]| She built her house, but this preserved hers too. 151:31,045[A ]| She was so$5#1$ pious, that$3$ when she did Die, 151:31,046[A ]| She scarce changed Place, I am sure not company. 151:31,047[A ]| Her zeal was primitive, and practic too; 151:31,048[A ]| She did believe, and pray, and read, and do. 151:31,049[A ]| So$5#1$ firm an equal Soul she had engrossed, 151:31,050[A ]| Just even to$4$ those that$6#1$ disobliged her most, 151:31,051[A ]| She lost all sense of wrong, glad to$9$ believe 151:31,052[A ]| That$3$ it was in$4$ her power to$9$ forgive. 151:31,053[A ]| Her alms I may admire, but never relate, 151:31,054[A ]| But her own works shall praise her in$4$ the Gate. 151:31,055[A ]| Her life was chequered with afflictive years, 151:31,056[A ]| And even her comforts seasoned in$4$ her tears. 151:31,057[A ]| Scarce for$4$ a husband's loss her eyes were dried, 151:31,058[A ]| And that$6#2$ loss by$4$ her children half supplied, 151:31,059[A ]| When Heaven was pleased not those dear props to$9$ afford, 151:31,060[A ]| But tore most off, by$4$ sickness, or a Sword. 151:31,061[A ]| She, who$6#1$ in$4$ them could still their father boast, 151:31,062[A ]| Was a fresh widow every Son she lost. 151:31,063[A ]| Litigious hands did her of Right deprive, 151:31,064[A ]| That$3$ after all it was penance to$9$ survive. 151:31,065[A ]| Yet she these Griefs had nobly undergone, 151:31,066[A ]| Which$6#1$ few support at all, but better none. 151:31,067[A ]| Such a submissive Greatness who$6#2$ can find? 151:31,068[A ]| A Tender heart, with so$5#1$ resolved a mind? 151:31,069[A ]| But she, though sensible, was still the same, 151:31,070[A ]| Of a Resigned Soul, untainted Fame; 151:31,071[A ]| Nor were her Virtues coarsely set, for$3$ she 151:31,072[A ]| Out-did Example in$4$ Civility: 151:31,073[A ]| To$9$ bestow blessings, to$9$ oblige, Relieve, 151:31,074[A ]| Was all for$4$ which$6#1$ she could endure to$9$ live, 151:31,075[A ]| And had a joy higher in$4$ doing good, 151:31,076[A ]| Than they to$4$ whom the benefit accrued. 151:31,077[A ]| Though none of honour had a quicker sense, 151:31,078[A ]| Never had woman more of complacence; 151:31,079[A ]| Yet lost It not in$4$ empty forms, but still 151:31,080[A ]| Her nature noble was, her Soul Gentle. 151:31,081[A ]| And as in$4$ Youth she did extract, for$3$ she 151:31,082[A ]| The verdure had, without the vanity, 151:31,083[A ]| So$3$ she in$4$ Age was grave and mild to$4$ all, 151:31,084[A ]| Was not morose, but was majestical. 151:31,085[A ]| Thus from all other women she had skill 151:31,086[A ]| To$9$ draw their good, but nothing of their ill; 151:31,087[A ]| And since she knew the mad Tumultuous world, 151:31,088[A ]| Saw Crowns reversed, Temples to$4$ ruin hurled; 151:31,089[A ]| She in$4$ Retirement chose to$9$ shine and burn, 151:31,090[A ]| As Ancient Lamps in$4$ some Egiptian Urn. 151:31,091[A ]| At last, when spent with sickness, Grief and Age, 151:31,092[A ]| Her Guardian Angel did her death presage: 151:31,093[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ by$4$ strong impulse she cheerfully 151:31,094[A ]| Dispensed blessings, and went home to$9$ die; 151:31,095[A ]| That$3$ so$5#2$ she might, when to$4$ that$6#2$ place removed, 151:31,096[A ]| Marry his Ashes, whom she ever Loved. 151:31,097[A ]| She died, gained a reward, and paid a debt: 151:31,098[A ]| The Sun himself did never brighter set! 151:31,099[A ]| Happy were they that$6#1$ knew her, and her End, 151:31,100[A ]| More happy they that$6#1$ did from her descend: 151:31,101[A ]| A double blessing they may hope to$9$ have, 151:31,102[A ]| One she conveyed to$4$ them, and one she gave. 151:31,103[A ]| All that$6#1$ are hers are therefore sure to$9$ be 151:31,104[A ]| Blessed by$4$ inheritance and Legacy. 151:31,105[A ]| A Royal birth had less advantage been, 151:31,106[A ]| It is more to$9$ die a Saint, than Live a Queen. 151:32,000[' ]| 151:32,000[' ]| 151:32,001[A ]| Honour, which$6#1$ differs man from man much more 151:32,002[A ]| Than reason differed him from beasts before, 151:32,003[A ]| Suffers this common fate of all things good, 151:32,004[A ]| By$4$ the blind world to$9$ be misunderstood. 151:32,005[A ]| For$3$ as some heathens did their gods confine, 151:32,006[A ]| While in$4$ a Bird or Beast they made their shrine, 151:32,007[A ]| Deposed their Deities to$4$ Earth, and then 151:32,008[A ]| Offered them rites that$6#1$ were too low for$4$ men: 151:32,009[A ]| So$3$ those who$6#1$ most to$9$ honour sacrifice, 151:32,010[A ]| Prescribe to$4$ her a dull and weak disguise; 151:32,011[A ]| Imprison her to$4$ others' false applause, 151:32,012[A ]| And from opinion do receive their Laws; 151:32,013[A ]| While that$6#2$ inconstant Idol they implore, 151:32,014[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ one breath can murder and adore. 151:32,015[A ]| From hence it is that$3$ those who$6#1$ honour court, 151:32,016[A ]| (And place her in$4$ a popular report) 151:32,017[A ]| Do prostitute themselves to$4$ sordid fate, 151:32,018[A ]| And from their being oft degenerate. 151:32,019[A ]| And thus their Tenents are as low and bad, 151:32,020[A ]| As if it were honourable to$9$ be mad: 151:32,021[A ]| Or that$3$ their Honour had concerned been 151:32,022[A ]| But to$9$ conceal, not to$9$ forbear the sin. 151:32,023[A ]| But honour is more great and more sublime, 151:32,024[A ]| Above the battery of fate or time. 151:32,025[A ]| We see in$4$ beauty certain Airs are found, 151:32,026[A ]| Which$6#1$ no$2$ one grace can make, but all compound. 151:32,027[A ]| Honour to$4$ the mind, as beauty to$4$ the sense, 151:32,028[A ]| Is the result of mixed excellence. 151:32,029[A ]| As many Diamonds together lie, 151:32,030[A ]| And dart One lustre to$9$ amaze the eye: 151:32,031[A ]| So$3$ honour is that$6#2$ bright ethereal Ray 151:32,032[A ]| Which$6#1$ many Stars do in$4$ one light display. 151:32,033[A ]| But as that$6#2$ beauty were as truly sweet, 151:32,034[A ]| Were there no$2$ tongue to$9$ praise, no$2$ eye to$9$ see it; 151:32,035[A ]| And it is the privilege of a native spark, 151:32,036[A ]| To$9$ shed a constant splendour in$4$ the dark: 151:32,037[A ]| So$3$ honour is its own reward and end, 151:32,038[A ]| And satisfied within, can not descend 151:32,039[A ]| To$9$ beg the suffrage of a Vulgar tongue, 151:32,040[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ commending virtue does it wrong. 151:32,041[A ]| It is the charter of a noble action, 151:32,042[A ]| That$3$ the performance gives it satisfaction. 151:32,043[A ]| Other things are below it; from a Clown 151:32,044[A ]| Would any Conqueror receive his Crown? 151:32,045[A ]| It is restless cowardice to$9$ be a drudge 151:32,046[A ]| To$4$ an uncertain and unworthy judge. 151:32,047[A ]| So$3$ the Chameleon, who$6#1$ lives on$4$ Air, 151:32,048[A ]| Is of all creatures most inclined to$9$ fear; 151:32,049[A ]| But peaceable reflections on$4$ the mind 151:32,050[A ]| Will$1$ in$4$ a silent Shade contentment find. 151:32,051[A ]| Honour keeps court at home, and doth not fear 151:32,052[A ]| To$9$ be condemned abroad, if quitted there. 151:32,053[A ]| While I have this retreat, it is not the noise 151:32,054[A ]| Of slander, though believed, can wound my joys. 151:32,055[A ]| There is advantage in$4$ it: for$3$ gold uncoined 151:32,056[A ]| Had been unuseful, nor with glory shined: 151:32,057[A ]| This stamped my innocence, which$6#1$ lay in$4$ the Ore, 151:32,058[A ]| And was as much, but not so$5#1$ bright, before. 151:32,059[A ]| Till an Alembic wakes and outward draws, 151:32,060[A ]| The strength of sweets lie sleeping in$4$ their cause: 151:32,061[A ]| So$3$ this gave me an opportunity 151:32,062[A ]| To$9$ feed upon$4$ my own integrity. 151:32,063[A ]| And though their judgement I must still disclaim, 151:32,064[A ]| Who$6#1$ can nor give, nor take away a fame: 151:32,065[A ]| Yet I will$1$ appeal unto the knowing few, 151:32,066[A ]| Who$6#1$ dare be just, and rip my heart to$4$ you. 151:34,000[' ]| <19. Septemb. Rosania shaddow'd whilest Mrs M. Awbrey.> 151:34,000[' ]| <1651> 151:34,001[A ]| If any could my dear Rosania hate, 151:34,002[A ]| They only should her character relate. 151:34,003[A ]| Truth shines so$5#1$ bright here, that$3$ an enemy 151:34,004[A ]| Would be a better Orator than I. 151:34,005[A ]| Love stifles Language, and I must confess, 151:34,006[A ]| I had said more, if I had loved less. 151:34,007[A ]| Yet the most critical who$6#1$ that$6#2$ face see, 151:34,008[A ]| Will$1$ never suspect me of partiality. 151:34,009[A ]| Others by$4$ time and by$4$ degrees persuade, 151:34,010[A ]| But her first look doth every heart invade. 151:34,011[A ]| She hath a face so$5#1$ eminently bright, 151:34,012[A ]| Would make a Lover of an Anchorite. 151:34,013[A ]| A face where conquest mixed with modesty 151:34,014[A ]| Are both completed in$4$ Divinity. 151:34,015[A ]| Not her least glance but sets all hearts on$4$ fire, 151:34,016[A ]| And checks them if they should too much aspire. 151:34,017[A ]| Such is the magic of her looks, the same 151:34,018[A ]| Beam doth both kindle and refine our flame. 151:34,019[A ]| If she doth smile, no$2$ Painter ever would take 151:34,020[A ]| Another rule, when he would mercy make. 151:34,021[A ]| And to$4$ her splendour heaven hath allowed, 151:34,022[A ]| That$3$ not a posture can her beauty cloud: 151:34,023[A ]| For$3$ if she frown, none but would fancy then 151:34,024[A ]| Justice descended here to$9$ punish men. 151:34,025[A ]| Her common looks I know not how to$9$ call 151:34,026[A ]| Any one grace, they are composed of all. 151:34,027[A ]| And if we mortals could the doctrine reach, 151:34,028[A ]| Her eyes have Language, and her looks do teach. 151:34,029[A ]| Such is her whole frame, heaven does afford 151:34,030[A ]| Her not to$9$ be desired, but still adored. 151:34,031[A ]| But as in$4$ Palaces the utmost, worst 151:34,032[A ]| Rooms entertain our wonder at the first; 151:34,033[A ]| But once within the presence chamber door, 151:34,034[A ]| We do despise whatever we saw before: 151:34,035[A ]| So$3$ when you with her mind acquaintance get, 151:34,036[A ]| You will$1$ hardly think upon$4$ the Cabinet. 151:34,037[A ]| Her soul! that$6#2$ ray shot from the Deity, 151:34,038[A ]| Doth still preserve its native purity; 151:34,039[A ]| Which$6#1$ Earth can neither threaten, nor allure, 151:34,040[A ]| Nor by$4$ false joys defile it, or obscure. 151:34,041[A ]| Such innocence within her Breast doth dwell, 151:34,042[A ]| Angels themselves do only parallel. 151:34,043[A ]| And should her whole sex to$4$ dissembling fall, 151:34,044[A ]| Here is one integrity redeems them all: 151:34,045[A ]| Transparent, clear, and will$1$ no$2$ words admit, 151:34,046[A ]| And all comparisons but slubber it. 151:34,047[A ]| More gentle soft than is an evening shower: 151:34,048[A ]| And in$4$ that$6#2$ sweetness there is couched a power, 151:34,049[A ]| Which$6#1$ scorning pride, doth think it very hard 151:34,050[A ]| If modesty should need so$5#1$ mean a guard. 151:34,051[A ]| Her honour is protected by$4$ her eyes, 151:34,052[A ]| As the old flaming sword kept paradise. 151:34,053[A ]| Such constancy, such temper, truth and law, 151:34,054[A ]| Guides all her actions, that$3$ the world may draw 151:34,055[A ]| From her one Soul the noblest president 151:34,056[A ]| Of the most safe, wise, vertuous government. 151:34,057[A ]| She courts retirement, is herself alone, 151:34,058[A ]| Above a Theatre, and beyond a Throne. 151:34,059[A ]| So$5#1$ rich a Soul, none can say properly 151:34,060[A ]| She hath, but is each noble quality. 151:34,061[A ]| And as the highest element is clear 151:34,062[A ]| From all the tempests which$6#1$ disturb the air: 151:34,063[A ]| So$3$ she above the world and its rude noise, 151:34,064[A ]| Within a storm a quiet calm enjoys. 151:34,065[A ]| She scorns the sullen trifles of the time, 151:34,066[A ]| But things transcendent do her thoughts sublime; 151:34,067[A ]| Unlike those gallants which$6#1$ take far less care 151:34,068[A ]| To$9$ have their souls, than make their bodies fair, 151:34,069[A ]| Who$6#1$ (sick with too much Leisure) time do pass 151:34,070[A ]| With these Two books, pride, and a looking Glass: 151:34,071[A ]| Plot to$9$ surprise men's hearts, their power to$9$ try, 151:34,072[A ]| And call that$6#2$ Love, which$6#1$ is dull vanity. 151:34,073[A ]| But she, although the greatest murderer, 151:34,074[A ]| (For$3$ every glance commits a massacre) 151:34,075[A ]| Yet glories not that$3$ slaves her power confess, 151:34,076[A ]| But wishes that$3$ her monarchy were less. 151:34,077[A ]| And if she Love, it is not thrown away, 151:34,078[A ]| As many do, only to$9$ spend the day; 151:34,079[A ]| But hers is serious, and enough alone 151:34,080[A ]| To$9$ make all Love become religion. 151:34,081[A ]| But to$4$ her friendships she so$5#1$ faithful is, 151:34,082[A ]| That$3$ it is her only blot and prejudice: 151:34,083[A ]| For$3$ envy's self could never error see 151:34,084[A ]| Within that$6#2$ soul, abating her Love to$4$ me. 151:34,085[A ]| Now, as I must confess, the name of friend 151:34,086[A ]| To$4$ her that$6#1$ all the world doth comprehend, 151:34,087[A ]| Is a most wild ambition; so$3$ for$4$ me 151:34,088[A ]| To$9$ draw her picture is flat Lunacy. 151:34,089[A ]| O! I must think the rest; for$3$ who$6#2$ can write 151:34,090[A ]| Or into words confine what is infinite? 151:35,000[' ]| 151:35,000[' ]| 151:35,001[A ]| Unworthy, since thou hast decreed 151:35,002[A ]| Thy love and honour both should bleed, 151:35,003[A ]| My friendship could not choose to$9$ die 151:35,004[A ]| In$4$ better time or company. 151:35,005[A ]| What thou hast got by$4$ this exchange 151:35,006[A ]| Thou wilt perceive, when the revenge 151:35,007[A ]| Shall by$4$ those treacheries be made, 151:35,008[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ our faiths thou hast betrayed. 151:35,009[A ]| When thy Idolaters shall be 151:35,010[A ]| True to$4$ themselves, and false to$4$ thee, 151:35,011[A ]| Thou shalt see that$3$ in$4$ heart merchandise, 151:35,012[A ]| Value, not number, makes the price. 151:35,013[A ]| Live to$4$ that$6#2$ day, my Innocence 151:35,014[A ]| Shall be my friendship's just defence: 151:35,015[A ]| For$3$ this is all the world can find, 151:35,016[A ]| While thou wert noble, I was kind. 151:35,017[A ]| The desperate game that$6#1$ thou dost play 151:35,018[A ]| At private ruins can not stay; 151:35,019[A ]| The horrid treachery of that$6#2$ face 151:35,020[A ]| Will$1$ sure undo its native place. 151:35,021[A ]| Then let the French men never fear 151:35,022[A ]| The victory while thou art there: 151:35,023[A ]| For$3$ if sins will$1$ call judgments down, 151:35,024[A ]| Thou hast enough to$9$ stock the Town. 151:36,000[' ]| 151:36,000[' ]| 151:36,001[A ]| I did not live until this time 151:36,002[A ]| Crowned my felicity, 151:36,003[A ]| When I could say without a crime, 151:36,004[A ]| I am not Thine, but Thee. 151:36,005[A ]| This Carcase breathed, and walked, and slept, 151:36,006[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ the world believed 151:36,007[A ]| There was a soul the motions kept; 151:36,008[A ]| But they were all deceived. 151:36,009[A ]| For$3$ as a watch by$4$ art is wound 151:36,010[A ]| To$4$ motion, such was mine: 151:36,011[A ]| But never had Orinda found 151:36,012[A ]| A Soul till she found thine; 151:36,013[A ]| Which$6#1$ now inspires, cures and supplies, 151:36,014[A ]| And guides my darkened breast: 151:36,015[A ]| For$3$ thou art all that$6#1$ I can prize, 151:36,016[A ]| My joy, my Life, my rest. 151:36,017[A ]| Nor Bridegroomes nor crowned conqueror's mirth 151:36,018[A ]| To$4$ mine compared can be: 151:36,019[A ]| They have but pieces of this Earth, 151:36,020[A ]| I have all the world in$4$ thee. 151:36,021[A ]| Then let our flame still light and shine, 151:36,022[A ]| (And no$2$ bold fear control) 151:36,023[A ]| As innocent as our design, 151:36,024[A ]| Immortal as our Soul. 151:38,000[' ]| 151:38,001[A ]| Lovely apostate! what was my offence? 151:38,002[A ]| Or am I punished for$4$ obedience? 151:38,003[A ]| Must thy strange rigours find as strange a time? 151:38,004[A ]| The act and season are an equal crime. 151:38,005[A ]| Of what thy most ingenious scorns could do, 151:38,006[A ]| Must I be subject and Spectator too? 151:38,007[A ]| Or were the sufferings and sins too few 151:38,008[A ]| To$9$ be sustained by$4$ me, performed by$4$ you? 151:38,009[A ]| Unless (with Nero) your uncurbed desire 151:38,010[A ]| Be to$9$ survey the Rome you set on$4$ fire. 151:38,011[A ]| While wounded for$4$ and by$4$ your power, I 151:38,012[A ]| At once your martyr and your prospect die. 151:38,013[A ]| This is my doom, and such a riddling fate 151:38,014[A ]| As all impossibles doth complicate: 151:38,015[A ]| For$3$ obligation here is injury, 151:38,016[A ]| Constancy crime, friendship a heresy; 151:38,017[A ]| And you appear so$5#1$ much on$4$ ruin bent, 151:38,018[A ]| Your own destruction gives you now content: 151:38,019[A ]| For$3$ our twin-spirits did so$5#1$ long agree, 151:38,020[A ]| You must undo yourself to$9$ ruin me. 151:38,021[A ]| And, like$4$ some frantic Goddess, you are inclined 151:38,022[A ]| To$9$ raze the Temple where you were enshrined; 151:38,023[A ]| And (what is the miracle of Cruelty!) 151:38,024[A ]| Kill that$6#2$ which$6#1$ gave you immortality. 151:38,025[A ]| Whiles Glorious Friendship, whence your honour springs, 151:38,026[A ]| Lies gasping in$4$ the crowd of common things; 151:38,027[A ]| And I am so$5#1$ odious, that$3$ for$4$ being kind 151:38,028[A ]| Doubled and studied murders are designed. 151:38,029[A ]| Thy sin is all paradox! for$3$ shouldst thou be 151:38,030[A ]| Thyself again, it would be severe to$4$ me; 151:38,031[A ]| For$3$ thy repentance, coming now so$5#1$ late, 151:38,032[A ]| Would only change, and not relieve the fate. 151:38,033[A ]| So$5#1$ dangerous is the consequence of ill, 151:38,034[A ]| Thy least of crimes is to$9$ be Cruel Still; 151:38,035[A ]| For$3$ of thy smiles I should yet more complain, 151:38,036[A ]| If I should live to$9$ be betrayed again. 151:38,037[A ]| Live then (fair tyrant) in$4$ Security, 151:38,038[A ]| From both my kindness and revenge be free; 151:38,039[A ]| While I, who$6#1$ to$4$ the Swains had sung your fame, 151:38,040[A ]| And taught each Echo to$9$ repeat your name, 151:38,041[A ]| Will$1$ now my private sorrows entertain, 151:38,042[A ]| To$4$ Rocks and Rivers (not to$4$ you) complain. 151:38,043[A ]| And though before our Union cherished me, 151:38,044[A ]| It is now my pleasure that$3$ we disagree; 151:38,045[A ]| For$3$ from my passion your last rigours grew, 151:38,046[A ]| And you kill me, because I worshipped you. 151:38,047[A ]| But my worst vows shall be your happiness, 151:38,048[A ]| And never to$9$ be disturbed by$4$ my distress. 151:38,049[A ]| And though it would my sacred flames pollute, 151:38,050[A ]| To$9$ make my Heart a scorned prostitute; 151:38,051[A ]| Yet I will$1$ adore the Author of my death, 151:38,052[A ]| And kiss the hand that$6#1$ robs me of my breath. 151:39,000[' ]| <39> 151:39,000[' ]| 151:39,001[A ]| Triumphant Queen of scorn, how ill doth sit 151:39,002[A ]| In$4$ all that$6#2$ sweetness such injurious wit? 151:39,003[A ]| Unjust and cruel, what can be your prize, 151:39,004[A ]| Where such ingenious rigour you do show 151:39,005[A ]| To$9$ break his heart, you break your image too; 151:39,006[A ]| And by$4$ a tyranny that$6#1$ is strange and new, 151:39,007[A ]| You murder him because he worships you. 151:39,008[A ]| No$2$ pride can raise you, or can make him start, 151:39,009[A ]| Since love and honour do enrich his heart. 151:39,010[A ]| Be wise and good, lest when fate will$1$ be just, 151:39,011[A ]| She should overthrow those glories in$4$ the dust, 151:39,012[A ]| Rifle your beauties, and you thus forlorn 151:39,013[A ]| Make a cheap victim to$4$ another's scorns; 151:39,014[A ]| And in$4$ those fetters which$6#1$ you do upbraid, 151:39,015[A ]| Yourself a wretched Captive may be made. 151:39,016[A ]| Redeem the poisoned age, let it be seen 151:39,017[A ]| There is no$2$ such freedom as to$9$ serve a Queen. 151:39,018[A ]| But you I see are lately Roundhead grown, 151:39,019[A ]| And whom you vanquish you insult upon$4$. 151:40,000[' ]| 151:40,000[' ]| 151:40,001[A ]| Give over now thy tears, thou vain 151:40,002[A ]| And double murderer; 151:40,003[A ]| For$3$ every minute of thy pain 151:40,004[A ]| Wounds both thyself and her. 151:40,005[A ]| Quit, quit this dullness; for$3$ it is our belief, 151:40,006[A ]| Thy Queen must cure, or not deserve, thy grief. 151:42,000[' ]| 151:42,000[' ]| 151:42,001[A ]| As men that$6#1$ are with visions graced 151:42,002[A ]| Must have all other thoughts displaced, 151:42,003[A ]| And buy those short descents of Light 151:42,004[A ]| With loss of sense, and spirit's flight: 151:42,005[A ]| So$3$ since thou wert my happiness, 151:42,006[A ]| I could not hope the rate was less; 151:42,007[A ]| And thus the vision which$6#1$ I gain 151:42,008[A ]| Is short to$9$ enjoy, and hard to$9$ attain. 151:42,009[A ]| Ah! what a trifle then is all 151:42,010[A ]| That$6#2$ thing which$6#1$ here we pleasure call! 151:42,011[A ]| Since what our very soul hath cost 151:42,012[A ]| Is hardly got, and quickly lost. 151:42,013[A ]| Yet there is justice in$4$ the fate; 151:42,014[A ]| For$3$ should we dwell in$4$ blest estate, 151:42,015[A ]| Our joys thereby would so$5#1$ inflame, 151:42,016[A ]| We should forget from whence they came. 151:42,017[A ]| If this so$5#1$ sad a doom can quit 151:42,018[A ]| Me for$4$ the follies I commit; 151:42,019[A ]| Let no$2$ estrangement on$4$ thy part 151:42,020[A ]| Add a new ruin to$4$ my heart. 151:42,021[A ]| When on$4$ myself I do reflect, 151:42,022[A ]| I can no$2$ smile from thee expect: 151:42,023[A ]| But if thy kindness hath no$2$ plea, 151:42,024[A ]| Some freedom grant for$4$ Charity. 151:42,025[A ]| Else the just world must needs deny 151:42,026[A ]| Our friendship an Eternity: 151:42,027[A ]| This love will$1$ never that$6#2$ title hold; 151:42,028[A ]| For$3$ mine is too hot, and thine too cold. 151:42,029[A ]| Divided Rivers lose their name; 151:42,030[A ]| And so$3$ our too unequal flame 151:42,031[A ]| Parted, will$1$ passion be in$4$ me, 151:42,032[A ]| And an indifference in$4$ thee. 151:42,033[A ]| Thy absence I could easier find, 151:42,034[A ]| Provided thou wert well, and kind, 151:42,035[A ]| Than such a presence as is this, 151:42,036[A ]| Made up$5$ of snatches of my bliss. 151:42,037[A ]| So$3$ when the Earth long gasps for$4$ rain, 151:42,038[A ]| If she at last some few drops gain, 151:42,039[A ]| She is more parched than at first; 151:42,040[A ]| That$6#2$ small recruit increased the Thirst. 151:43,000[' ]| 151:43,001[A ]| Let dull Philosophers enquire no$2$ more 151:43,002[A ]| In$4$ nature's womb, nor causes strive to$9$ explore, 151:43,003[A ]| By$4$ what strange harmony and course of things 151:43,004[A ]| Each body to$4$ the whole a tribute brings; 151:43,005[A ]| What secret Unions neighbouring agents make, 151:43,006[A ]| And of each other how they do partake. 151:43,007[A ]| These are but low experiments; but he 151:43,008[A ]| That$6#1$ nature's harmony entire would see, 151:43,009[A ]| Must search agreeing souls, sit down and view 151:43,010[A ]| How sweet the mixture is! how full! how true! 151:43,011[A ]| By$4$ what soft touches spirits greet and kiss, 151:43,012[A ]| And in$4$ each other can complete their bliss: 151:43,013[A ]| A wonder so$5#1$ sublime it will$1$ admit 151:43,014[A ]| No$2$ rude spectator to$9$ contemplate it. 151:43,015[A ]| The object will$1$ refine, and he that$6#1$ can 151:43,016[A ]| Friendship revere must be a noble man. 151:43,017[A ]| How much above the common rate of things 151:43,018[A ]| Must they then be from whom this Union springs? 151:43,019[A ]| But what is all this to$4$ me, who$6#1$ live to$9$ be 151:43,020[A ]| Disprover of my own morality? 151:43,021[A ]| And he that$6#1$ knew my unimproved Soul, 151:43,022[A ]| Would say I meant all friendship to$9$ control. 151:43,023[A ]| But bodies move in$4$ time, and so$5#2$ must minds; 151:43,024[A ]| And though the attempt no$2$ easy progress finds, 151:43,025[A ]| Yet quit me not, least I should desperate grow, 151:43,026[A ]| But to$4$ such friendship add some patience now. 151:43,027[A ]| Oh may good heaven but so$5#1$ much virtue lend, 151:43,028[A ]| To$9$ make me fit to$9$ be Lucasia's friend! 151:43,029[A ]| But I will$1$ forsake myself, and seek a new 151:43,030[A ]| Self in$4$ her breast, that$6#1$ is far more rich and true. 151:43,031[A ]| Thus the poor Bee unmarked doth hum and fly, 151:43,032[A ]| And droned with age would unregarded die, 151:43,033[A ]| Unless some curious artist thither come 151:43,034[A ]| Will$1$ bless the insect with an Amber Tomb. 151:43,035[A ]| Then glorious in$4$ its funeral, the Bee 151:43,036[A ]| Gets eminence, and gets Eternity. 151:44,000[' ]| 151:44,001[A ]| Religion, which$6#1$ true policy befriends, 151:44,002[A ]| Designed by$4$ God to$9$ serve Man's noblest ends, 151:44,003[A ]| Is by$4$ that$6#2$ old deceiver's subtle play 151:44,004[A ]| Made the chief party in$4$ its own decay, 151:44,005[A ]| And meets that$6#2$ Eagle's destiny, whose breast 151:44,006[A ]| Felt the same shaft which$6#1$ his own feathers dressed. 151:44,007[A ]| For$3$ that$6#2$ great enemy of souls perceived, 151:44,008[A ]| The notion of a Deity was weaved 151:44,009[A ]| So$5#1$ closely in$4$ man's soul; to$9$ ruin that$6#2$, 151:44,010[A ]| He must at once the world depopulate. 151:44,011[A ]| But as those Tyrants who$6#1$ their wills pursue, 151:44,012[A ]| If they expound old Laws, need make no$2$ new: 151:44,013[A ]| So$3$ he advantage takes of nature's Light, 151:44,014[A ]| And raises that$6#2$ to$4$ a bare useless height; 151:44,015[A ]| Or while we seek for$4$ truth, he in$4$ the quest 151:44,016[A ]| Mixes a passion, or an interest, 151:44,017[A ]| To$9$ make us lose it; that$3$, I know not how, 151:44,018[A ]| It is not our Practice, but our Quarrel now. 151:44,019[A ]| And as in$4$ the Moon's Eclipse some Pagans thought 151:44,020[A ]| Their barbarous clamours her deliverance wrought: 151:44,021[A ]| So$3$ we suppose that$3$ Truth oppressed lies, 151:44,022[A ]| And needs a rescue from our Enmities. 151:44,023[A ]| But it is injustice, and the mind's disease, 151:44,024[A ]| To$9$ think of gaining truth by$4$ losing Peace. 151:44,025[A ]| Knowledge and Love, if true, do still Unite; 151:44,026[A ]| God's Love and knowledge are both infinite. 151:44,027[A ]| And though indeed Truth doth delight to$9$ lie 151:44,028[A ]| At some remoteness from a Common eye; 151:44,029[A ]| Yet it is not in$4$ a Thunder or a Noise, 151:44,030[A ]| But in$4$ soft whispers and the stiller voice. 151:44,031[A ]| Why should we then Knowledge so$5#1$ rudely treat, 151:44,032[A ]| Making our Weapon what was meant our meat? 151:44,033[A ]| It is ignorance that$6#1$ makes us quarrel so$5#2$; 151:44,034[A ]| The soul that$6#1$ is dark will$1$ be contracted too. 151:44,035[A ]| Chimeras make a noise, swelling and vain, 151:44,036[A ]| And soon resolve to$4$ their own smoke again; 151:44,037[A ]| But a true Light the spirit doth dilate, 151:44,038[A ]| And robs it of its proud and sullen state; 151:44,039[A ]| Makes Love admired because it is understood, 151:44,040[A ]| And makes us wise because it makes us good. 151:44,041[A ]| It is to$4$ a right prospect of things that$3$ we 151:44,042[A ]| Owe our uprightness and our Charity; 151:44,043[A ]| For$3$ who$6#1$ resists a beam when shining bright, 151:44,044[A ]| Is not a sinner of a common height. 151:44,045[A ]| That$6#2$ state is forfeiture, and helps are spent, 151:44,046[A ]| Not more a sin than it is a punishment. 151:44,047[A ]| The soul that$6#1$ sees things in$4$ their native frame, 151:44,048[A ]| Without opinions, mask or custom's name, 151:44,049[A ]| Can not be clogged to$4$ sense, or count that$6#2$ high 151:44,050[A ]| Which$6#1$ hath its estimation from a Lie. 151:44,051[A ]| (Mean sordid things, which$6#1$ by$4$ mistake we prise, 151:44,052[A ]| And absent covet, but enjoyed despise.) 151:44,053[A ]| But scorning these hath robbed them of their Art, 151:44,054[A ]| Either to$9$ swell or to$9$ subdue the heart; 151:44,055[A ]| And learnt that$6#2$ generous frame to$9$ be above 151:44,056[A ]| The world in$4$ hopes, below it all in$4$ Love: 151:44,057[A ]| Touched with divine and inward life doth run, 151:44,058[A ]| Not resting till it hath its Centre won; 151:44,059[A ]| Moves steadily Until it safe doth lie 151:44,060[A ]| In$4$ the root of all its Immortallity; 151:44,061[A ]| And resting here, hath yet activity 151:44,062[A ]| To$9$ grow more like$5$ unto the Deity; 151:44,063[A ]| Good, Universal, wise and just as he, 151:44,064[A ]| (The same in$4$ kind, though differing in$4$ degree) 151:44,065[A ]| Till at the last it is swallowed up$5$ and grown 151:44,066[A ]| With god and with the whole Creation One; 151:44,067[A ]| Itself, so$5#1$ small a part, in$4$ the whole is lost, 151:44,068[A ]| And generals have particulars engrossed. 151:44,069[A ]| That$6#2$ dark contracted Personality, 151:44,070[A ]| Like$4$ mists before the Sun, will$1$ from it fly; 151:44,071[A ]| And then the soul, one shining Sphere, at Length, 151:44,072[A ]| Filled with true love wisdom and purged strength, 151:44,073[A ]| Beholds her highest good with open face, 151:44,074[A ]| And like$4$ him all the world she can embrace. 151:46,000[' ]| 151:46,000[' ]| 151:46,001[A ]| Well! we will$1$ do that$6#2$ rigid thing 151:46,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ makes Spectators think we part; 151:46,003[A ]| Though absence hath for$4$ none a sting 151:46,004[A ]| But those who$6#1$ keep each other's heart. 151:46,005[A ]| And when our sense is dispossessed, 151:46,006[A ]| Our labouring Souls will$1$ heave and pant, 151:46,007[A ]| And gasp for$4$ one another's Breast, 151:46,008[A ]| Since their conveyances they want. 151:46,009[A ]| Nay, we have felt the tedious smart 151:46,010[A ]| Of absent friendship, and do know 151:46,011[A ]| That$3$ when we die we can but part; 151:46,012[A ]| And who$6#2$ knows what we shall do now? 151:46,013[A ]| Yet since I must go, we will$1$ submit, 151:46,014[A ]| And so$5#2$ our own disposers be; 151:46,015[A ]| For$3$ while we nobly suffer it, 151:46,016[A ]| We triumph over necessity. 151:46,017[A ]| By$4$ this we shall be truly great, 151:46,018[A ]| If, having other things overcome, 151:46,019[A ]| To$9$ make our Victory complete 151:46,020[A ]| We can be Conquerors at home! 151:46,021[A ]| Nay then to$9$ meet we may conclude, 151:46,022[A ]| And all obstructions overthrow; 151:46,023[A ]| Since we our Passion have subdud, 151:46,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ is the strongest thing I know. 151:47,000[' ]| 151:47,000[' ]| 151:47,001[A ]| There is no$2$ such thing as pleasure here, 151:47,002[A ]| It is all a perfect Cheat, 151:47,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ does but shine and disappear, 151:47,004[A ]| Whose charm is all deceit: 151:47,005[A ]| The empty bribe of yielding souls, 151:47,006[A ]| Which$6#1$ first betrays, and then controls. 151:47,007[A ]| It is true it looks at distance fair; 151:47,008[A ]| But when we do approach, 151:47,009[A ]| The fruit of Sodom will$1$ impair, 151:47,010[A ]| And perish at the touch: 151:47,011[A ]| In$4$ being then in$4$ fancy Less, 151:47,012[A ]| And we expect more than possess. 151:47,013[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ our pleasures we are cloyed, 151:47,014[A ]| And so$5#2$ desire is done; 151:47,015[A ]| Or else, like$4$ Rivers, they make wide 151:47,016[A ]| The Channels where they run: 151:47,017[A ]| And either way true bliss destroys, 151:47,018[A ]| Making us narrow, or our joys. 151:47,019[A ]| We covet pleasure easily, 151:47,020[A ]| But it not so$5#2$ possess; 151:47,021[A ]| For$3$ many things must make it be, 151:47,022[A ]| But one may make it less. 151:47,023[A ]| Nay, were our state as we could choose it, 151:47,024[A ]| It would be consumed by$4$ fear to$9$ lose it. 151:47,025[A ]| What art thou then, thou winged air, 151:47,026[A ]| More swift and weak than fame? 151:47,027[A ]| Whose next successor is despair, 151:47,028[A ]| And its attendant shame. 151:47,029[A ]| The experienced Prince then reason had, 151:47,030[A ]| Who$6#1$ said of Pleasure, it is Mad. 151:48,000[' ]| 151:48,000[' ]| 151:48,001[A ]| Thrice happy he whose name is wrote above, 151:48,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ doeth good, though gaining infamy, 151:48,003[A ]| Requiteth evil turns with hearty love, 151:48,004[A ]| And recks not what befalls him outwardly; 151:48,005[A ]| Whose worth is in$4$ himself, and only bliss 151:48,006[A ]| In$4$ his pure conscience which$6#1$ doth nought amiss. 151:48,007[A ]| Who$6#1$ placeth pleasure in$4$ his purged Soul 151:48,008[A ]| And virtuous life his Treasure doth esteem; 151:48,009[A ]| Who$6#1$ can his passions master and control, 151:48,010[A ]| And that$3$ true Lordly manliness doth deem, 151:48,011[A ]| Who$6#1$ from this world himself hath dearly quit, 151:48,012[A ]| Counts nought his own but what lives in$4$ his Sprit. 151:48,013[A ]| So$3$ when his Sprite from this vain world shall flit, 151:48,014[A ]| It bears all with it, whatsoever was dear 151:48,015[A ]| Unto itself, passing in$4$ easy Fit, 151:48,016[A ]| As kindly ripened corn comes out of the Ear. 151:48,017[A ]| And careless of what idle men will$1$ say, 151:48,018[A ]| He takes his own, and stilly goes his way. 151:48,000[' ]| <& ca.> 151:48,019[A ]| Eternal reason! glorious majestic! 151:48,020[A ]| Compared to$4$ whom what can be said to$9$ be? 151:48,021[A ]| Whose attributes are thee, who$6#1$ art alone 151:48,022[A ]| Cause of all various things, and yet but one; 151:48,023[A ]| Whose essence can no$2$ more be searched by$4$ man, 151:48,024[A ]| Than heaven (thy throne) be grasped within his Span. 151:48,025[A ]| Yet if this great Creation was designed 151:48,026[A ]| To$4$ several ends, fitted to$4$ every kind; 151:48,027[A ]| Sure man (the world's epitom) must be 151:48,028[A ]| Formed to$4$ the best, that$6#2$ is, to$9$ study thee. 151:48,029[A ]| And as our dignity, it is duty too, 151:48,030[A ]| Which$6#1$ is summed up$5$ in$4$ this, to$9$ know and do. 151:48,031[A ]| These comely rows of Creatures spell thy Name, 151:48,032[A ]| Whereby we grope to$9$ find from whence they came, 151:48,033[A ]| By$4$ thy own chain of causes brought to$9$ think 151:48,034[A ]| There must be one, then find the highest link. 151:48,035[A ]| Thus all created excellence we see 151:48,036[A ]| Is a faint dark resemblance of thee 151:48,037[A ]| Such shadows are produced by$4$ the moonbeams, 151:48,038[A ]| Of Trees or houses, on$4$ the running streams. 151:48,039[A ]| Yet by$4$ impressions born with us we find 151:48,040[A ]| How good, great, just thou art, how unconfined. 151:48,041[A ]| Here we are swallowed up$5$ and gladly dwell, 151:48,042[A ]| Safely adoring what we can not tell. 151:48,043[A ]| All we know is, thou art supremely good, 151:48,044[A ]| And dost delight to$9$ be so$5#2$ understood: 151:48,045[A ]| A Spicy Mountain on$4$ the Universe, 151:48,046[A ]| On$4$ which$6#1$ thy richest odours do disperse. 151:48,047[A ]| But as the Sea to$9$ fill a vessel heaves 151:48,048[A ]| More greedily than any cask receives, 151:48,049[A ]| Besieging round to$9$ find some Gap in$4$ it, 151:48,050[A ]| Which$6#1$ will$1$ a new infusion admit: 151:48,051[A ]| So$3$ dost thou covet that$3$ thou mayst dispense 151:48,052[A ]| Upon$4$ the empty world thy influence; 151:48,053[A ]| Lovest to$9$ disburse thyself in$4$ kindness: thus 151:48,054[A ]| The King of Kings waits to$9$ be Gracious. 151:48,055[A ]| On$4$ this account, O God, enlarge my heart 151:48,056[A ]| To$9$ entertain what thou wouldst fain impart 151:48,057[A ]| Nor let this Soul, by$4$ several titles thine, 151:48,058[A ]| And most capacious formed for$4$ things divine, 151:48,059[A ]| (So$5#1$ nobly meant, that$3$ when it most doth miss, 151:48,060[A ]| It is in$4$ mistaken pantings after bliss) 151:48,061[A ]| Degrade itself, in$4$ sordid things delight, 151:48,062[A ]| Or by$4$ profaner mixtures lose its right. 151:48,063[A ]| O! that$3$ with fixed unbroken thoughts it may 151:48,064[A ]| Admire that$6#2$ light which$6#1$ doth obscure the Day; 151:48,065[A ]| And since it is Angels' work it has to$9$ do, 151:48,066[A ]| May its composure be like$4$ Angels too. 151:48,067[A ]| When shall those clogs of sense and fancy break, 151:48,068[A ]| That$3$ I may hear the God within me speak? 151:48,069[A ]| When with a Silent and retired art, 151:48,070[A ]| Shall I with all this empty hurry part? 151:48,071[A ]| To$4$ the still voice above, my Soul advance; 151:48,072[A ]| My light and joy fixed in$4$ God's Countenance; 151:48,073[A ]| By$4$ whose dispense my Soul, to$4$ such frame brought, 151:48,074[A ]| May tame each treacherous, fix each scattered thought; 151:48,075[A ]| With such distinctions all things here behold, 151:48,076[A ]| And so$5#2$ to$9$ separate each dross from Gold, 151:48,077[A ]| That$3$ nothing my free soul may satisfy, 151:48,078[A ]| But to$9$ imitate, enjoy, and study thee. 151:50,000[' ]| <6t Aprill L'amitie: To Mrs M. Awbrey.> 151:50,000[' ]| <1651> 151:50,001[A ]| Soul of my soul! my joy, my crown, my friend! 151:50,002[A ]| A name which$6#1$ all the rest doth comprehend; 151:50,003[A ]| How happy are we now, whose souls are grown, 151:50,004[A ]| By$4$ an incomparable mixture, One: 151:50,005[A ]| Whose well acquainted minds are now as near 151:50,006[A ]| As Love, or vows, or secrets can endear. 151:50,007[A ]| I have no$2$ thought but what is to$4$ thee revealed, 151:50,008[A ]| Nor thou desire that$6#1$ is from me concealed. 151:50,009[A ]| Thy heart locks up$5$ my secrets richly set, 151:50,010[A ]| And my breast is thy private cabinet. 151:50,011[A ]| Thou shedst no$2$ tear but what my moisture lent, 151:50,012[A ]| And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent. 151:50,013[A ]| United thus, what horror can appear 151:50,014[A ]| Worthy our sorrow, anger, or our fear? 151:50,015[A ]| Let the dull world alone to$9$ talk and fight, 151:50,016[A ]| And with their vast ambitions nature fright; 151:50,017[A ]| Let them despise so$5#1$ innocent a flame, 151:50,018[A ]| While Envy, pride and faction play their game: 151:50,019[A ]| But we by$4$ Love sublimed so$5#1$ high shall rise, 151:50,020[A ]| To$9$ pity Kings, and Conquerors despise, 151:50,021[A ]| Since we that$6#2$ sacred union have engrossed, 151:50,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ they and all the sullen world have lost. 151:51,000[' ]| 151:51,001[A ]| Stay, prince of Fancy, stay, we are not fit 151:51,002[A ]| To$9$ welcome or admire thy raptures yet: 151:51,003[A ]| Such horrid ignorance benights the times, 151:51,004[A ]| That$3$ wit and honour are become our crimes. 151:51,005[A ]| But when those happy powers that$6#1$ guard thy dust, 151:51,006[A ]| To$4$ us and to$4$ thy memory shall be just, 151:51,007[A ]| And by$4$ a flame from thy blest Genius lent, 151:51,008[A ]| Rescue us from our dull imprisonment, 151:51,009[A ]| Unsequester our fancies, and create 151:51,010[A ]| A worth that$6#1$ may upon$4$ thy glories wait; 151:51,011[A ]| We then shall understand thee, and descry 151:51,012[A ]| The splendour of restored Poetry. 151:51,013[A ]| Till when let no$2$ bold hand profane thy shrine, 151:51,014[A ]| It is high wit ~~ Treason to$9$ debase thy coin. 151:52,000[' ]| 151:52,000[' ]| <(the excellent Palemon)> 151:52,001[A ]| This is contest presumption; for$3$ had I 151:52,002[A ]| All that$6#2$ rich stock of ingenuity 151:52,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ I could wish for$4$ this, yet it would be 151:52,004[A ]| Palaemon's blot; a pious injury. 151:52,005[A ]| But as no$2$ votaries are scorned when they 151:52,006[A ]| The meanest victim in$4$ religion pay; 151:52,007[A ]| Not that$3$ the power they worship needs a gum, 151:52,008[A ]| But that$3$ they speak their thanks for$4$ all with some: 151:52,009[A ]| So$3$ though the most contemptible of all 151:52,010[A ]| That$6#1$ do themselves Palemon's servants call, 151:52,011[A ]| I know that$3$ Zeal is more than sacrifice, 151:52,012[A ]| (For$3$ God did not the widow's mite despise) 151:52,013[A ]| And that$3$ Palemon hath divinity, 151:52,014[A ]| And mercy is his highest property. 151:52,015[A ]| He that$6#1$ doth such transcendent merit own, 151:52,016[A ]| Must have Imperfect offerings, or none. 151:52,017[A ]| He is one rich Lustre, which$6#1$ doth rays dispense, 151:52,018[A ]| As knowledge will$1$ when set in$4$ innocence. 151:52,019[A ]| For$3$ Learning did select his noble breast, 151:52,020[A ]| Where in$4$ her native Majesty to$9$ rest; 151:52,021[A ]| Free from the tyrranny and pride of Schools, 151:52,022[A ]| Who$6#1$ had confined her to$4$ pedantic rules; 151:52,023[A ]| And that$6#2$ Genteeler error which$6#1$ doth take 151:52,024[A ]| Offence at learning for$4$ her habit's sake: 151:52,025[A ]| Palaemon hath redeemed her, who$6#1$ may be 151:52,026[A ]| Esteemed himself an University; 151:52,027[A ]| And yet so$5#1$ much a Gentleman, that$3$ he 151:52,028[A ]| Needs not (though he enjoys) a pedigree. 151:52,029[A ]| Sure he was built and sent to$9$ let us know 151:52,030[A ]| What man completed can both be and do. 151:52,031[A ]| Freedom from vice is in$4$ him nature's part, 151:52,032[A ]| Without the help of discipline or art. 151:52,033[A ]| He is his own happiness and his own Law, 151:52,034[A ]| Whereby he keeps Passion and fate in$4$ awe; 151:52,035[A ]| Nor was this wrought in$4$ him by$4$ time or growth, 151:52,036[A ]| His Genius had anticipated both. 151:52,037[A ]| Had all been like$4$ Palaemon, pride had never 151:52,038[A ]| Taught one man tyranny, and the other fear 151:52,039[A ]| Ambition had been full as monstrous then 151:52,040[A ]| As this dull world doth render worthy men. 151:52,041[A ]| Had men his Spirit, they would soon forbear 151:52,042[A ]| Grovelling for$4$ dirt, and quarrelling for$4$ Air. 151:52,043[A ]| Were his harmonious Soul diffused in$4$ all, 151:52,044[A ]| We should believe that$3$ man did never fall. 151:52,045[A ]| It is Palemon's Soul which$6#1$ hath engrossed 151:52,046[A ]| The Ingenious candour that$6#1$ the world hath lost; 151:52,047[A ]| Whose own mind seats him quiet, safe and high, 151:52,048[A ]| Above the reach of time or destiny. 151:52,049[A ]| It was he that$6#1$ rescued gasping friendship when 151:52,050[A ]| The bell tolled for$4$ her funeral with men: 151:52,051[A ]| It was he that$6#1$ made friends more than lovers burn, 151:52,052[A ]| And then made Love to$4$ sacred friendship turn: 151:52,053[A ]| It was he turned honour Inward, set her free 151:52,054[A ]| From titles and from popularity. 151:52,055[A ]| Now fixed to$4$ virtue, she begs praise of none, 151:52,056[A ]| Is witnessed and rewarded both at home; 151:52,057[A ]| And in$4$ his breast this honour is so$5#2$ enshrined, 151:52,058[A ]| As the old Law was in$4$ the Ark confined: 151:52,059[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ posterity shall all consent, 151:52,060[A ]| And less dispute than acts of Parliament. 151:52,061[A ]| He is our original, by$4$ whom we see 151:52,062[A ]| How much we fall, and what we ought to$9$ be. 151:52,063[A ]| But why do I to$9$ copy him pretend? 151:52,064[A ]| My Rhymes but libel whom they would commend. 151:52,065[A ]| It is true, but none can reach what is set so$5#1$ high; 151:52,066[A ]| And though I miss, I have noble company: 151:52,067[A ]| For$3$ the most happy Language must confess, 151:52,068[A ]| It doth obscure Palemon, not express. 151:54,000[' ]| <148 THE POEMS> 151:54,000[' ]| <54> 151:54,000[' ]| 151:54,001[A ]| Though it be just to$9$ grieve when I must part 151:54,002[A ]| With him that$6#1$ is the Guardian of my heart; 151:54,003[A ]| Yet, by$4$ a happy change, the loss of mine 151:54,004[A ]| Is with advantage paid in$4$ having thine; 151:54,005[A ]| And I (by$4$ that$6#2$ dear Guest instructed) find 151:54,006[A ]| Absence can do no$2$ hurt to$4$ souls combined. 151:54,007[A ]| And we were born to$9$ love; brought to$9$ agree 151:54,008[A ]| By$4$ the impressions of divine decree: 151:54,009[A ]| So$3$ when united nearer we became, 151:54,010[A ]| It did not weaken, but increase, our flame. 151:54,011[A ]| Unlike to$4$ those who$6#1$ distant joys admire, 151:54,012[A ]| But slight them when possessed of their desire, 151:54,013[A ]| Each of our souls did its own temper fit, 151:54,014[A ]| And in$4$ the other's mould so$5#2$ fashioned it, 151:54,015[A ]| That$3$ now our inclinations both are grown, 151:54,016[A ]| Like$5$ to$4$ our interests and persons, One; 151:54,017[A ]| And souls whom such an Union fortifies, 151:54,018[A ]| Passion can never betray, nor fate surprise. 151:54,019[A ]| Now as in$4$ watches, though we do not know 151:54,020[A ]| When the hand moves, we find it still doth go: 151:54,021[A ]| So$3$ I, by$4$ secret sympathy inclined, 151:54,022[A ]| Will$1$ absent meet, and understand thy mind; 151:54,023[A ]| And thou, at thy return, shalt find thy heart 151:54,024[A ]| Still safe, with all the Love thou didst impart: 151:54,025[A ]| For$3$ though that$6#2$ treasure I have never deserved, 151:54,026[A ]| It shall with strong religion be preserved. 151:54,027[A ]| But besides this thou shalt in$4$ me survey 151:54,028[A ]| Thyself reflected while thou art away: 151:54,029[A ]| For$3$ what some forward arts do undertake, 151:54,030[A ]| The images of absent friends to$9$ make, 151:54,031[A ]| And represent their actions in$4$ a Glass, 151:54,032[A ]| Friendship itself can only bring to$9$ pass: 151:54,033[A ]| That$6#2$ magic which$6#1$ both fate and time beguiles, 151:54,034[A ]| And in$4$ a moment runs a thousand miles. 151:54,035[A ]| So$3$ in$4$ my breast thy Picture drawn shall be, 151:54,036[A ]| My guide, life, object, friend, and destiny: 151:54,037[A ]| And none shall know, though they employ their wit, 151:54,038[A ]| Which$6#1$ is the right Antenor, thou, or it. 151:55,000[' ]| 151:55,000[' ]| 151:55,001[A ]| Here what remains of him does lie, 151:55,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ was the world's epitome: 151:55,003[A ]| Religion's darling, merchants' glory, 151:55,004[A ]| Men's delight, and virtue's story. 151:55,005[A ]| Who$6#1$, though a Prisoner to$4$ the Grave, 151:55,006[A ]| A glorious freedom once shall have: 151:55,007[A ]| Till when no$2$ monument is fit, 151:55,008[A ]| But what is beyond our Love or Wit. 151:56,000[' ]| 151:56,000[' ]| 151:56,001[A ]| Virtue's blossom, beauty's bud, 151:56,002[A ]| The pride of all that$6#1$ is fair and good, 151:56,003[A ]| By$4$ death's fierce hand was snatched hence 151:56,004[A ]| In$4$ her state of innocence: 151:56,005[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ it this advantage gains, 151:56,006[A ]| Her wages got without her pains. 151:58,000[' ]| 151:58,001[A ]| If we no$2$ old historian's name 151:58,002[A ]| Authentic will$1$ admit, 151:58,003[A ]| And think all said of friendship's fame 151:58,004[A ]| But poetry and wit: 151:58,005[A ]| Yet what is revered by$4$ minds so$5#1$ pure 151:58,006[A ]| Must be a bright Idea, sure. 151:58,007[A ]| But as our immortality 151:58,008[A ]| By$4$ inward sense we find, 151:58,009[A ]| Judging that$3$ if it could not be, 151:58,010[A ]| It would not be designed: 151:58,011[A ]| So$3$ here how could such copies fall, 151:58,012[A ]| If there were no$2$ original? 151:58,013[A ]| But if truth be in$4$ ancient song, 151:58,014[A ]| Or story we believe, 151:58,015[A ]| If the inspired and greater throng 151:58,016[A ]| Have scorned to$9$ deceive; 151:58,017[A ]| There have been hearts whose friendship gave 151:58,018[A ]| Them thoughts at once both soft and brave. 151:58,019[A ]| Among that$6#2$ consecrated few, 151:58,020[A ]| Some more seraphic shade 151:58,021[A ]| Lend me a favourable clue, 151:58,022[A ]| Now mists my eyes invade, 151:58,023[A ]| Why, having filled the world with fame, 151:58,024[A ]| Left you so$5#1$ little of your flame? 151:58,025[A ]| Why is it so$5#1$ difficult to$9$ see 151:58,026[A ]| Two bodies and one mind? 151:58,027[A ]| And why are those who$6#1$ else agree 151:58,028[A ]| So$5#1$ differently kind? 151:58,029[A ]| Hath nature such fantastic art, 151:58,030[A ]| That$3$ she can vary every heart? 151:58,031[A ]| Why are the bonds of friendship tied 151:58,032[A ]| With so$5#1$ remiss a knot, 151:58,033[A ]| That$3$ by$4$ the most it is defied, 151:58,034[A ]| And by$4$ the rest forgot? 151:58,035[A ]| Why do we step with so$5#1$ slight sense 151:58,036[A ]| From friendship to$4$ indifference? 151:58,037[A ]| If friendship sympathy impart, 151:58,038[A ]| Why this ill shuffled game, 151:58,039[A ]| That$3$ heart can never meet with heart, 151:58,040[A ]| Or flame encounter flame? 151:58,041[A ]| What doth this cruelty create? 151:58,042[A ]| Is it the intrigue of love or fate? 151:58,043[A ]| Had friendship never been known to$4$ men, 151:58,044[A ]| (The ghost at last confessed) 151:58,045[A ]| The world had been a stranger then 151:58,046[A ]| To$4$ all that$6#1$ Heaven possessed. 151:58,047[A ]| But could it all be here acquired, 151:58,048[A ]| Not heaven itself would be desired. 151:59,000[' ]| 151:59,000[' ]| 151:59,001[A ]| O! my Lucasia, let us speak our Love, 151:59,002[A ]| And think not that$6#2$ impertinent can be, 151:59,003[A ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ us both does such assurance prove, 151:59,004[A ]| And whence we find how justly we agree. 151:59,005[A ]| Before we knew the treasures of our Love, 151:59,006[A ]| Our noble aims our joys did entertain; 151:59,007[A ]| And shall enjoyment nothing them improve? 151:59,008[A ]| It were best for$4$ us then to$9$ begin again! 151:59,009[A ]| Now we have gained, we must not stop, and sleep 151:59,010[A ]| Out all the rest of Our mysterious reign: 151:59,011[A ]| It is as hard and glorious to$9$ keep 151:59,012[A ]| A Victory, as it was to$9$ obtain. 151:59,013[A ]| Nay, to$4$ what end did we first barter minds, 151:59,014[A ]| Only to$9$ know and to$9$ neglect the claims? 151:59,015[A ]| Or (like$4$ some wanton) our pride pleasure finds 151:59,016[A ]| To$9$ throw away the thing at which$6#1$ we aim. 151:59,017[A ]| If this be all our friendship does design, 151:59,018[A ]| We covet not enjoyment then, but power: 151:59,019[A ]| To$4$ our Opinion we our bliss confine, 151:59,020[A ]| And love to$9$ have, but not to$9$ smell, the flower. 151:59,021[A ]| Ah! no$7$, let misers bury thus their gold, 151:59,022[A ]| Who$6#1$ though they starve, no$2$ farthing will$1$ produce: 151:59,023[A ]| But we loved to$9$ enjoy and to$9$ behold, 151:59,024[A ]| And sure we can not spend our stock by$4$ use. 151:59,025[A ]| Think not it is needless to$9$ repeat desires; 151:59,026[A ]| The fervent Turtles always court and bill, 151:59,027[A ]| And yet their spotless passion never tires, 151:59,028[A ]| But does increase by$4$ repetition still. 151:59,029[A ]| Although we know we love, yet while our soul 151:59,030[A ]| Is thus imprisoned by$4$ the flesh we wear, 151:59,031[A ]| There is no$2$ way left that$6#2$ bondage to$9$ control, 151:59,032[A ]| But to$9$ convey transactions through the Ear. 151:59,033[A ]| Nay, though we read our passions in$4$ the Eye, 151:59,034[A ]| It will$1$ oblige and please to$9$ tell them too: 151:59,035[A ]| Such joys as these by$4$ motion multiply, 151:59,036[A ]| Were it but to$9$ find that$3$ our souls told us true. 151:59,037[A ]| Believe not then, that$3$ being now secure 151:59,038[A ]| Of either's heart, we have no$2$ more to$9$ do: 151:59,039[A ]| The Spheres themselves by$4$ motion do endure, 151:59,040[A ]| And they move on$5$ by$4$ Circulation too. 151:59,041[A ]| And as a River, when it once has paid 151:59,042[A ]| The tribute which$6#1$ it to$4$ the Ocean owes, 151:59,043[A ]| Stops not, but turns, and having curled and played 151:59,044[A ]| On$4$ its own waves, the shore it overflows: 151:59,045[A ]| So$3$ the Soul's motion does not end in$4$ bliss, 151:59,046[A ]| But on$4$ herself she scatters and dilates, 151:59,047[A ]| And on$4$ the Object doubles, till by$4$ this 151:59,048[A ]| She finds new joys, which$6#1$ that$6#2$ reflux creates. 151:59,049[A ]| But then because it can not all contain, 151:59,050[A ]| It seeks a vent by$4$ telling the glad news, 151:59,051[A ]| First to$4$ the heart which$6#1$ did its joys obtain, 151:59,052[A ]| Then to$4$ the heart which$6#1$ did those joys produce. 151:59,053[A ]| When my Soul then does such excursions make, 151:59,054[A ]| (Unless thy soul delight to$9$ meet it too) 151:59,055[A ]| What satisfaction can it give or take, 151:59,056[A ]| Thou being absent at the interview? 151:59,057[A ]| It is not distrust; for$3$ were that$6#2$ plea allowed, 151:59,058[A ]| Letters and visits all would useless grow: 151:59,059[A ]| Love's whole expression then would be its Cloud, 151:59,060[A ]| And it would be refindd to$4$ nothing so$5#2$. 151:59,061[A ]| If I distrust, it is my own worth for$4$ thee, 151:59,062[A ]| It is my own fitness of a love like$4$ thine; 151:59,063[A ]| And therefore still new evidence would see, 151:59,064[A ]| To$9$ assure my wonder that$3$ thou canst be mine. 151:59,065[A ]| But as the morning Sun to$4$ drooping flowers, 151:59,066[A ]| As weary Travellers a shade do find, 151:59,067[A ]| As to$4$ the parched Violet Evening showers; 151:59,068[A ]| Such is to$4$ me from thee a look that$6#1$ is kind. 151:59,069[A ]| But when that$6#2$ look is dressed in$4$ words, it is like$4$ 151:59,070[A ]| The mystic power of music's Unison; 151:59,071[A ]| Which$6#1$ when the finger does one Viol strike, 151:59,072[A ]| The other's string heaves to$4$ reflection. 151:59,073[A ]| Be kind to$4$ me, and just then to$4$ our love, 151:59,074[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ we owe our free and dear converse; 151:59,075[A ]| And let not tract of time wear or remove 151:59,076[A ]| It from the privilege of that$6#2$ commerce. 151:59,077[A ]| Tyrants do banish what they can not requite: 151:59,078[A ]| But let us never know such mean desires; 151:59,079[A ]| But to$9$ be grateful to$4$ that$6#2$ love delight 151:59,080[A ]| Which$6#1$ all our joys and noble thoughts inspires. 151:60,000[' ]| 151:60,001[A ]| A chosen privacy, a cheap content, 151:60,002[A ]| And all the peace which$6#1$ friendship ever lent, 151:60,003[A ]| A rock which$6#1$ civil nature made a seat, 151:60,004[A ]| A willow that$6#1$ repulses all the heat, 151:60,005[A ]| The beauteous quiet of a Summer's day, 151:60,006[A ]| A brook which$6#1$ sobbed aloud and ran away, 151:60,007[A ]| Invited my repose; and then conspired 151:60,008[A ]| To$9$ entertain my fancy thus retired. 151:60,009[A ]| As Lucian's Ferry-man aloft did view 151:60,010[A ]| The angry world, and then laughed at it too: 151:60,011[A ]| So$3$ all its sullen follies seemed to$4$ me 151:60,012[A ]| But as a too well acted Tragedy. 151:60,013[A ]| One dangerous ambition does befool, 151:60,014[A ]| Another envy to$9$ see that$6#2$ man rule: 151:60,015[A ]| One makes his Love the parent of his rage, 151:60,016[A ]| For$4$ private friendship publicly to$9$ engage: 151:60,017[A ]| And some for$4$ Conscience, some for$4$ Honour die; 151:60,018[A ]| And some are meanly killed, they know not why. 151:60,019[A ]| More different than men's faces are their ends, 151:60,020[A ]| Whom yet one common ruin can make friends: 151:60,021[A ]| Death, dust and darkness they have only won, 151:60,022[A ]| And hastily unto their periods run. 151:60,023[A ]| Death is a Leveller; beauty, and kings, 151:60,024[A ]| And conquerors, and all those glorious things, 151:60,025[A ]| Are tumbled to$4$ their graves in$4$ one rude heap, 151:60,026[A ]| Like$4$ common dust, as quiet and as cheap! 151:60,027[A ]| At greater changes who$6#2$ would wonder then, 151:60,028[A ]| Since Kingdoms have their fates as well as men? 151:60,029[A ]| They must fall sick and die; nothing can be 151:60,030[A ]| In$4$ this world certain, but uncertainty. 151:60,031[A ]| Since power and greatness are such slippery things, 151:60,032[A ]| Who$6#2$ would pity cottages, or envy Kings? 151:60,033[A ]| Now least of all, when, weary of deceit, 151:60,034[A ]| The world no$2$ longer flatters with the great. 151:60,035[A ]| Though such confusions Here below we find, 151:60,036[A ]| As Providence were wanton with Mankind: 151:60,037[A ]| Yet in$4$ this chaos some things do send forth, 151:60,038[A ]| Like$4$ Jewels in$4$ the dark, a native worth. 151:60,039[A ]| He that$6#1$ derives his high nobillity 151:60,040[A ]| Not from the mention of a Pedigree; 151:60,041[A ]| Who$6#1$ thinks it not his praise that$3$ others know 151:60,042[A ]| His Ancestors were gallant long ago; 151:60,043[A ]| Who$6#1$ scorns to$9$ boast the glories of his blood, 151:60,044[A ]| And thinks he can not be great that$6#1$ is not good; 151:60,045[A ]| Who$6#1$ knows the world, and what we pleasure call, 151:60,046[A ]| Yet can not sell one conscience for$4$ them all; 151:60,047[A ]| Who$6#1$ hates to$9$ hoard that$6#2$ gold with an excuse, 151:60,048[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ he can find out a nobler use; 151:60,049[A ]| Who$6#1$ dares not keep that$6#2$ life that$6#1$ he can spend, 151:60,050[A ]| To$9$ serve his god, his country, and his friend; 151:60,051[A ]| Treachery and Flattery doth so$5#1$ much hate, 151:60,052[A ]| He would not buy ten lives at such a rate; 151:60,053[A ]| Whose soul, than Diamonds more rich and clear, 151:60,054[A ]| Native and open as his face doth wear; 151:60,055[A ]| Who$6#1$ dares be good alone in$4$ such a time, 151:60,056[A ]| When virtue is held and punished as a crime; 151:60,057[A ]| Who$6#1$ thinks dark crooked plots a mean defence, 151:60,058[A ]| And is both safe and wise in$4$ innocence; 151:60,059[A ]| Who$6#1$ dares both fight and die, but dares not fear; 151:60,060[A ]| Whose only doubt is, if his cause be clear; 151:60,061[A ]| Whose courage and his justice equal-worn, 151:60,062[A ]| Can dangers grapple, overcome and scorn, 151:60,063[A ]| Yet not insult upon$4$ a fallen Foe, 151:60,064[A ]| But can forgive him and oblige him too; 151:60,065[A ]| Whose Friendship is congenial with his Soul, 151:60,066[A ]| Who$6#1$ where he gives a heart bestows it whole; 151:60,067[A ]| Whose other ties and titles here do end, 151:60,068[A ]| Or buried or completed in$4$ the Friend; 151:60,069[A ]| Who$6#1$ never resumes the Soul he once did give, 151:60,070[A ]| While his friend's constancy and honour live; 151:60,071[A ]| And if his friend's content could cost that$6#2$ price, 151:60,072[A ]| Would count himself a happy sacrifice; 151:60,073[A ]| Whose happy days no$2$ pride infects, nor can 151:60,074[A ]| His other titles make him slight the man; 151:60,075[A ]| No$2$ dark ambitious thoughts do cloud his brow, 151:60,076[A ]| Nor restless cares when to$9$ be great, or how; 151:60,077[A ]| Who$6#1$ scorns to$9$ envy trash where ever it be, 151:60,078[A ]| But pities such a Golden slavery; 151:60,079[A ]| With no$2$ mean fawnings can the people court, 151:60,080[A ]| Nor wholly slights a popular report; 151:60,081[A ]| Whose house no$2$ Orphan-groans do shake or blast, 151:60,082[A ]| Nor any riot help to$9$ serve his taste; 151:60,083[A ]| Who$6#1$ from the top of his prosperities 151:60,084[A ]| Can take a fall, and yet without surprise; 151:60,085[A ]| Who$6#1$ with the same august and even state 151:60,086[A ]| Can entertain the best and worst of fate; 151:60,087[A ]| Whose suffering is sweet, if honour once adorn it, 151:60,088[A ]| And slights revenge, not that$3$ he fears, but scorns it; 151:60,089[A ]| Whose happiness in$4$ every fortune lives, 151:60,090[A ]| For$3$ that$3$ no$2$ fortune either takes or gives; 151:60,091[A ]| Who$6#1$ no$2$ unhandsome ways can bribe his fate, 151:60,092[A ]| Nay, out of prison marches through the gate; 151:60,093[A ]| Who$6#1$ losing all his titles and his pelf, 151:60,094[A ]| Nay, all the world, can never lose himself; 151:60,095[A ]| This person shines indeed, and he that$6#1$ can 151:60,096[A ]| Be virtuous is the great immortal man. 151:62,000[' ]| 151:62,001[A ]| Dry up$5$ your tears, there is enough shed by$4$ you, 151:62,002[A ]| And we must pay our shares of sorrow too. 151:62,003[A ]| It is no$2$ private loss: when such men fall 151:62,004[A ]| The world is concerned, and grief is general. 151:62,005[A ]| But though of our misfortune we complain, 151:62,006[A ]| To$4$ him it is injurious and Vain. 151:62,007[A ]| For$3$ since we know his rich integrity, 151:62,008[A ]| His real sweetness, and full harmony; 151:62,009[A ]| How free his heart and house were to$4$ his friends, 151:62,010[A ]| Whom he obliged without design or ends; 151:62,011[A ]| How universal was his courtesy, 151:62,012[A ]| How clear a Soul, how even, and how high; 151:62,013[A ]| How much he scorned disguise and meaner arts, 151:62,014[A ]| But with a native honour conquered hearts; 151:62,015[A ]| We must conclude he was a treasure lent, 151:62,016[A ]| Soon weary of this sordid tenement. 151:62,017[A ]| The age and World deserved him not, and he 151:62,018[A ]| Was kindly snatched from future misery. 151:62,019[A ]| We can scarce say he is dead, but gone to$4$ rest, 151:62,020[A ]| And left a Monument in$4$ every Breast. 151:62,021[A ]| For$3$ you to$9$ grieve then in$4$ this sad excess, 151:62,022[A ]| Is not to$9$ speak your Love, but make it less. 151:62,023[A ]| A noble soul no$2$ friendship will$1$ admit, 151:62,024[A ]| But what is eternal and divine as it. 151:62,025[A ]| The soul at first is hid in$4$ flesh we know, 151:62,026[A ]| And all its weaknesses must undergo, 151:62,027[A ]| Till by$4$ degrees it does shine forth at length, 151:62,028[A ]| And gathers Beauty, Purity, and Strength: 151:62,029[A ]| But never doth this rich immortal Ray 151:62,030[A ]| Put on$5$ full splendour till it put off clay. 151:62,031[A ]| So$3$ infant love is in$4$ the worthiest breast 151:62,032[A ]| By$4$ sense and passion fettered and oppressed; 151:62,033[A ]| But by$4$ degrees it grows still more refined, 151:62,034[A ]| And scorning clogs, only concerns the mind. 151:62,035[A ]| Now as the Soul you loved here is set free 151:62,036[A ]| From its material gross captivity; 151:62,037[A ]| Your Love should follow him, now he is gone, 151:62,038[A ]| And quitting passion put perfection on$5$. 151:62,039[A ]| Such love as this will$1$ its own good deny, 151:62,040[A ]| If its dear object have felicity; 151:62,041[A ]| And since we can not his great loss reprieve, 151:62,042[A ]| Let us not lose you in$4$ whom he still does live: 151:62,043[A ]| For$3$ while you are by$4$ grief secluded thus, 151:62,044[A ]| It doth appear your funeral to$4$ us. 151:63,000[' ]| 151:63,000[' ]| 151:63,000[' ]| 151:63,001[A ]| As when the ancient world by$4$ reason Lived, 151:63,002[A ]| The Asian Monarchs' deaths were never grieved; 151:63,003[A ]| Their glorious Lives made all their subjects call 151:63,004[A ]| Their rites a Triumph, not a Funeral: 151:63,005[A ]| So$3$ still the good are Princes, and their fate 151:63,006[A ]| Invites us not to$9$ weep, but imitate. 151:63,007[A ]| Nature intends a progress, and each stage 151:63,008[A ]| Whereby weak man creeps to$4$ succeeding age, 151:63,009[A ]| Ripens him for$4$ that$6#2$ change to$4$ which$6#1$ he is made, 151:63,010[A ]| Where the active Soul is in$4$ her centre laid. 151:63,011[A ]| And since none stripped of infancy complain, 151:63,012[A ]| Because it is both their necessity and gain: 151:63,013[A ]| So$3$ age and death by$4$ slow approaches come, 151:63,014[A ]| But by$4$ that$6#2$ just inevitable doom 151:63,015[A ]| By$4$ which$6#1$ the soul, her drossy clog once gone, 151:63,016[A ]| Puts on$5$ perfection, and resumes her own. 151:63,017[A ]| Since then we mourn a happy soul, O! why 151:63,018[A ]| Disturb we her with erring piety? 151:63,019[A ]| Who$6#2$ is so$5#1$ enamoured on$4$ the beauteous ground, 151:63,020[A ]| When with the Autumn's Livery hung round, 151:63,021[A ]| As to$9$ deny a sickle to$4$ his grain, 151:63,022[A ]| And not undress the teeming Earth again? 151:63,023[A ]| Fruits grow for$4$ use, mankind is born to$9$ die; 151:63,024[A ]| And both fates have the same necessity. 151:63,025[A ]| Then grieve no$2$ more, sad relatives, but learn; 151:63,026[A ]| Sigh not, but profit by$4$ your just concern. 151:63,027[A ]| Read over her Life's volume: wise and good, 151:63,028[A ]| Not because she must be so$5#2$, but because she would. 151:63,029[A ]| To$4$ chosen virtue still a constant Friend, 151:63,030[A ]| She saw the times which$6#1$ changed, but did not mend; 151:63,031[A ]| And as some are so$5#1$ civil to$4$ the sun, 151:63,032[A ]| They would fix his beams, and make the Earth to$9$ run: 151:63,033[A ]| So$3$ she unmoved beheld the angry Fate 151:63,034[A ]| Which$6#1$ tore a church, and overthrew a State: 151:63,035[A ]| Still durst be good, and own that$6#2$ noble truth 151:63,036[A ]| To$9$ crown her age, which$6#1$ had adorned her youth. 151:63,037[A ]| Great without pride! a soul which$6#1$ still could be 151:63,038[A ]| Humble and high, full of calm Majesty. 151:63,039[A ]| She kept true State within, and could not buy 151:63,040[A ]| Her satisfaction with her charity. 151:63,041[A ]| Fortunes or birth never raised her mind, which$6#1$ stood, 151:63,042[A ]| Not on$4$ her being rich, but doing good: 151:63,043[A ]| Obliged the world, but yet would scorn to$9$ be 151:63,044[A ]| Paid with requitals, thanks or Vanity. 151:63,045[A ]| How oft did she what all the wise adore, 151:63,046[A ]| Make the poor happy with her useful store? 151:63,047[A ]| So$5#1$ general was her bounty that$3$ she gave 151:63,048[A ]| Equality to$4$ all before the Grave; 151:63,049[A ]| By$4$ several means she different persons tied, 151:63,050[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ her goodness only were allied. 151:63,051[A ]| Her virtue was her temper, not her Fit; 151:63,052[A ]| Feared nothing but the crimes which$6#1$ some commit; 151:63,053[A ]| Scorned those dark arts which$6#1$ pass for$4$ wisdom now, 151:63,054[A ]| Nor to$4$ a mean ignoble thing could bow. 151:63,055[A ]| And her vast prudence had no$2$ other end, 151:63,056[A ]| But to$9$ forgive a foe, endear a friend: 151:63,057[A ]| To$9$ use but slight the world, and fixed above, 151:63,058[A ]| Shine down in$4$ beams of Piety and Love. 151:63,059[A ]| Why should we then by$4$ poor unjust complaint 151:63,060[A ]| Prove envious sinners because she is a Saint? 151:63,061[A ]| Close then the Monument! and not a Tear 151:63,062[A ]| That$6#1$ may profane her Ashes now appear: 151:63,063[A ]| For$3$ her best obsequies are that$3$ we be 151:63,064[A ]| Prudent and good, noble and sweet, as She. 151:64,000[' ]| 151:64,001[A ]| Love, nature's plot, this great Creation's soul, 151:64,002[A ]| The being and the Harmony of things, 151:64,003[A ]| Doth still preserve and propagate the whole, 151:64,004[A ]| From whence man's happiness and safety springs: 151:64,005[A ]| The earliest, whitest, blessedst times did draw 151:64,006[A ]| From her alone their Universal Law. 151:64,007[A ]| Friendship is abstract of this noble flame, 151:64,008[A ]| It is love refined and purged from all its dross, 151:64,009[A ]| The next to$4$ Angels' Love, if not the same, 151:64,010[A ]| Stronger than passion is, though not so$5#1$ gross: 151:64,011[A ]| It antedates a glad Eternity, 151:64,012[A ]| And is a heaven in$4$ Epitome. 151:64,013[A ]| Nobler than kindred or than marriage band, 151:64,014[A ]| Because more free; wedlock felicity 151:64,015[A ]| Itself doth only by$4$ this Union stand, 151:64,016[A ]| And turns to$4$ friendship or to$4$ misery. 151:64,017[A ]| Force or design matches to$9$ pass may bring, 151:64,018[A ]| But Friendship doth from love and honour spring. 151:64,019[A ]| If no$2$ souls no$2$ sexes have, for$3$ men to$9$ exclude 151:64,020[A ]| Women from friendship's vast capacity, 151:64,021[A ]| Is a design injurious and rude, 151:64,022[A ]| Only maintained by$4$ partial tyranny. 151:64,023[A ]| Love is allowed to$4$ us, and Innocence, 151:64,024[A ]| And noblest friendships do proceed from thence. 151:64,025[A ]| The chiefest thing in$4$ Friends is Sympathy: 151:64,026[A ]| There is a secret fate does friendship guide, 151:64,027[A ]| Which$6#1$ made two souls before they know agree, 151:64,028[A ]| Who$6#1$ by$4$ a thousand mixtures are allied, 151:64,029[A ]| And changed and lost, so$3$ that$3$ it is not known 151:64,030[A ]| Within which$6#1$ Breast doth now reside their own. 151:64,031[A ]| Essential honour must be in$4$ a Friend, 151:64,032[A ]| Not such as every breath fans to$8$ and fro; 151:64,033[A ]| But born Within, is its own judge and end, 151:64,034[A ]| And dares not sin though sure that$3$ none should know. 151:64,035[A ]| Where Friendship is spake, honesty is understood; 151:64,036[A ]| For$3$ none can be a friend that$6#1$ is not good. 151:64,037[A ]| Friendship doth carry more than common trust 151:64,038[A ]| And treachery is here the greatest Sin: 151:64,039[A ]| Secrets deposed then none ever must 151:64,040[A ]| Presume to$9$ open, but who$6#1$ put them in$5$. 151:64,041[A ]| They that$6#1$ in$4$ one Chest lay up$5$ all their stock, 151:64,042[A ]| Had need be sure that$3$ none can pick the lock. 151:64,043[A ]| A Breast too open a friendship does not love, 151:64,044[A ]| For$3$ that$6#2$ the other's trust will$1$ not conceal; 151:64,045[A ]| Nor one too much reserved can it approve, 151:64,046[A ]| Its own condition this will$1$ not reveal. 151:64,047[A ]| We empty passions for$4$ a double end, 151:64,048[A ]| To$9$ be refreshed and Guarded by$4$ a friend. 151:64,049[A ]| Wisdome and knowledge friendship does require, 151:64,050[A ]| The first for$4$ counsel, this for$4$ Company; 151:64,051[A ]| And though not mainly, yet we may desire 151:64,052[A ]| Both Complaisance and ingenuity. 151:64,053[A ]| Though everything may love, yet it is a rule, 151:64,054[A ]| He can not be a friend that$6#1$ is a fool. 151:64,055[A ]| Discretion uses parts, and best knows how; 151:64,056[A ]| And patience will$1$ all qualities commend: 151:64,057[A ]| That$6#2$ serves a need best, but this will$1$ allow 151:64,058[A ]| The weaknesses and passions of a Friend. 151:64,059[A ]| We are not yet come to$4$ the Choir above: 151:64,060[A ]| Who$6#1$ can not pardon here, can never love. 151:64,061[A ]| Thick waters show no$2$ images of things; 151:64,062[A ]| Friends are each other's Mirrors, and should be 151:64,063[A ]| Clearer than Crystal or the Mountain-springs, 151:64,064[A ]| And free from clouds, design or flattery. 151:64,065[A ]| For$3$ vulgar souls no$2$ part of friendship share: 151:64,066[A ]| Poets and friends are born to$4$ what they are. 151:64,067[A ]| Friends should observe and chide each other's fault, 151:64,068[A ]| To$9$ be severe then is most just and kind; 151:64,069[A ]| Nothing can escape their search who$6#1$ know the thought: 151:64,070[A ]| This they should give and take with equal mind. 151:64,071[A ]| For$3$ friendship, when this freedom is denied, 151:64,072[A ]| Is like$4$ a Painter when his hands are tied. 151:64,073[A ]| A friend should find out each necessity, 151:64,074[A ]| And then unasked relieve it at any rate: 151:64,075[A ]| It is not friendship, but formality, 151:64,076[A ]| To$9$ be desired; for$3$ kindness keeps no$2$ state. 151:64,077[A ]| Of friends he doth the benefactor prove, 151:64,078[A ]| That$6#1$ gives his friend a means to$9$ express his Love. 151:64,079[A ]| Absence doth not from Friendship's rites excuse: 151:64,080[A ]| They who$6#1$ preserve each other's heart and fame, 151:64,081[A ]| Parting can never divide; it may diffuse, 151:64,082[A ]| (As liquors, which$6#1$ asunder are the same). 151:64,083[A ]| Though presence helped them at the first to$9$ greet, 151:64,084[A ]| Their souls know now without those aids to$9$ meet. 151:64,085[A ]| Constant and solid, whom no$2$ storms can shake, 151:64,086[A ]| Nor death unfix, a right friend ought to$9$ be; 151:64,087[A ]| And if condemned to$9$ survive, doth make 151:64,088[A ]| No$2$ second choice, but Grief and memory. 151:64,089[A ]| But friendship's best fate is, when it can spend 151:64,090[A ]| A life, A fortune, all to$9$ Serve a Friend. 151:66,000[' ]| 151:66,001[A ]| Be kind, my dear Rosania, though it is true 151:66,002[A ]| Thy friendship will$1$ become thy penance too; 151:66,003[A ]| Though there be nothing can reward the pain, 151:66,004[A ]| Nothing to$9$ satisfy or entertain; 151:66,005[A ]| Though all be empty, wild, and like$5$ to$4$ me, 151:66,006[A ]| Who$6#1$ make new troubles in$4$ my company: 151:66,007[A ]| Yet is the action more obliging-great; 151:66,008[A ]| It is hardship only makes desert complete. 151:66,009[A ]| But yet, to$9$ prove mixtures all things compound, 151:66,010[A ]| There may in$4$ this be some advantage found; 151:66,011[A ]| For$3$ a retirement from the noise of Towns, 151:66,012[A ]| Is that$6#2$ for$4$ which some Kings have left their Crowns: 151:66,013[A ]| And Conquerours, whose Laurels pressed their Brow, 151:66,014[A ]| Have changed it for$4$ the quiet Myrtle bough. 151:66,015[A ]| For$3$ titles, honours, and the world's address, 151:66,016[A ]| Are things too cheap to$9$ make up$5$ happiness; 151:66,017[A ]| The easy tribute of a giddy race, 151:66,018[A ]| And paid less to$4$ the person than the place. 151:66,019[A ]| So$5#1$ false reflected and so$5#1$ short content 151:66,020[A ]| Is that$6#2$ which$6#1$ fortune and opinion lent, 151:66,021[A ]| That$3$ who$6#1$ most tried it have of fate complained, 151:66,022[A ]| With titles burdened and to$4$ greatness chained. 151:66,023[A ]| For$3$ they alone enjoyed what they possessed, 151:66,024[A ]| Who$6#1$ relished most and understood it best; 151:66,025[A ]| And yet that$6#2$ understanding made them know 151:66,026[A ]| The empty swift dispatch of all below. 151:66,027[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ what most can outward things endear, 151:66,028[A ]| Is the best means to$9$ make them disappear: 151:66,029[A ]| And even that$6#2$ Tyrant (sense) doth these destroy, 151:66,030[A ]| As more officious to$4$ our grief than joy. 151:66,031[A ]| Thus all the glittering world is but a cheat, 151:66,032[A ]| Obtruding on$4$ our sense things gross for$4$ great. 151:66,033[A ]| But he that$6#1$ can enquire and undisguise, 151:66,034[A ]| Will$1$ soon perceive the sting that$6#1$ hidden lies: 151:66,035[A ]| And find no$2$ joys merit esteem but those 151:66,036[A ]| Whose scene lies wholly at our own dispose. 151:66,037[A ]| Man, unconcerned without, himself may be 151:66,038[A ]| His own both prospect and security. 151:66,039[A ]| Kings may be slaves by$4$ their own passions hurled, 151:66,040[A ]| But who$6#1$ commands himself commands the World. 151:66,041[A ]| A country-life assists this study best, 151:66,042[A ]| When no$2$ distractions doth the soul arrest: 151:66,043[A ]| There heaven and earth lie open to$4$ our view, 151:66,044[A ]| There we search nature and its author too; 151:66,045[A ]| Possessed with freedom and a real State 151:66,046[A ]| Look down on$4$ vice, on$4$ vanity, and fate. 151:66,047[A ]| There (my Rosania) will$1$ we, mingling souls, 151:66,048[A ]| Pity the folly which$6#1$ the world controls; 151:66,049[A ]| And all those Grandeurs which$6#1$ the most do prize 151:66,050[A ]| We either can enjoy, or will$1$ despise. 151:67,000[' ]| 151:67,001[A ]| As some choice Plant, cherished by$4$ sun and air, 151:67,002[A ]| And ready to$9$ requite the Gardener's care, 151:67,003[A ]| Blossoms and flourishes, but then we find 151:67,004[A ]| Is made the triumph of some ruder wind: 151:67,005[A ]| So$3$ thy untimely grave did both entomb 151:67,006[A ]| Thy sweetness now, and wonders yet to$9$ come. 151:67,007[A ]| Hung full of hopes thou fellest; a lovely prize, 151:67,008[A ]| Just as thou didst attract all Hearts and eyes. 151:67,009[A ]| Thus we might apprehend, for$3$ had thy years 151:67,010[A ]| Been lengthened to$9$ have paid those vast arrears 151:67,011[A ]| The world expected, we should then conclude 151:67,012[A ]| The Age of Miracles had been renewed. 151:67,013[A ]| For$3$ thou already hadst with ease found out 151:67,014[A ]| (What others study with such pains and doubt) 151:67,015[A ]| That$6#2$ frame of soul which$6#1$ is content alone, 151:67,016[A ]| And needs no$2$ entertainment but its Own. 151:67,017[A ]| Thy even mind, which$6#1$ made thee good and great, 151:67,018[A ]| Was to$4$ thee both a shelter and retreat. 151:67,019[A ]| On$4$ all the tumults which$6#1$ the world do fill 151:67,020[A ]| Thou wert an unconcerned spectator still; 151:67,021[A ]| And, were thy duty punctually supplied, 151:67,022[A ]| Indifferent to$4$ all the world beside. 151:67,023[A ]| Thou wert made up$5$ within, resolved and fixed, 151:67,024[A ]| And couldst not with a base allay be mixed; 151:67,025[A ]| Above the world, couldst equally despise 151:67,026[A ]| Both its Temptations and its injuries; 151:67,027[A ]| Couldst sum up$5$ all, and find not worth desire 151:67,028[A ]| Those glittering trifles which$6#1$ the most admire; 151:67,029[A ]| But with a nobler aim, and higher bourne, 151:67,030[A ]| Looked down on$4$ Greatness with contempt and scorn. 151:67,031[A ]| Thou hadst no$2$ arts that$6#1$ others this might see, 151:67,032[A ]| Nor Lovedst a Trumpet to$4$ thy Piety: 151:67,033[A ]| But silent and retired, calm and serene, 151:67,034[A ]| Stolest to$4$ thy blessed Haven hardly seen. 151:67,035[A ]| It were hard to$9$ describe thee then, but now 151:67,036[A ]| Thy vast accession harder is to$9$ know; 151:67,037[A ]| How full of light, and satisfied thou art, 151:67,038[A ]| So$5#1$ early from this treacherous world to$9$ part; 151:67,039[A ]| How pleased thou art reflections now to$9$ make, 151:67,040[A ]| And find thou didst not things below mistake; 151:67,041[A ]| In$4$ how abstracted a converse dost live, 151:67,042[A ]| How much thy knowledge is intuitive; 151:67,043[A ]| How great and bright a glory is enjoyed 151:67,044[A ]| With Angels, and in$4$ mysteries employed. 151:67,045[A ]| It is sin then to$9$ lament thy fate, but we 151:67,046[A ]| Should help thee to$4$ a new eternity; 151:67,047[A ]| And by$4$ successive imitation strive, 151:67,048[A ]| Till time shall die, to$9$ keep thee still alive; 151:67,049[A ]| And (by$4$ thy great example furnished) be 151:67,050[A ]| More apt to$9$ live than write thy Elegy. 151:68,000[' ]| 151:68,001[A ]| Great Soul of Friendship, whither art thou fled? 151:68,002[A ]| Where dost thou now choose to$9$ repose thy head? 151:68,003[A ]| Or art thou nothing but voice, air and name, 151:68,004[A ]| Found out to$9$ put Souls in$4$ pursuit of fame? 151:68,005[A ]| Thy flames being thought Immortal, we may doubt 151:68,006[A ]| Whether they ever did burn, that$6#1$ see them out. 151:68,007[A ]| Go, wearied Soul, find out thy wonted rest 151:68,008[A ]| In$4$ the safe Harbour of Orinda's breast; 151:68,009[A ]| There all unknown Adventures thou hast found 151:68,010[A ]| In$4$ thy late transmigrations, expound; 151:68,011[A ]| That$3$ so$5#2$ Rosania's darkness may be known 151:68,012[A ]| To$9$ be her want of Lustre, not thy own. 151:68,013[A ]| Then to$4$ the Great Lucasia have recourse, 151:68,014[A ]| There gather up$5$ new excellence and force, 151:68,015[A ]| Till by$4$ a free unbiased clear Commerce, 151:68,016[A ]| Endearments which$6#1$ no$2$ Tongue can ever rehearse, 151:68,017[A ]| Lucasia and Orinda shall thee give 151:68,018[A ]| Eternity, and make even Friendship live. 151:68,019[A ]| Hail, Great Lucasia, thou shalt doubly shine: 151:68,020[A ]| What was Rosania's own is now twice thine; 151:68,021[A ]| Thou sawest Rosania's Chariot and her flight, 151:68,022[A ]| And so$5#2$ the double portion is thy right: 151:68,023[A ]| Though it was Rosania's Spirit, be content, 151:68,024[A ]| Since it was at first from thy Orinda sent. 151:70,000[' ]| 151:70,001[A ]| It is so$5#2$; and humbly I my will$0$ resign, 151:70,002[A ]| Nor dare dispute with Providence divine. 151:70,003[A ]| In$4$ vain, alas! we struggle with our chains, 151:70,004[A ]| But more entangled by$4$ the fruitless pains. 151:70,005[A ]| For$3$ as in$4$ the great Creation of this All, 151:70,006[A ]| Nothing by$4$ chance could in$4$ such order fall; 151:70,007[A ]| And what would single be deformed confessed, 151:70,008[A ]| Grows beauteous in$4$ its union with the rest: 151:70,009[A ]| So$3$ providence like$4$ wisdom we allow, 151:70,010[A ]| (Since what created once does govern now) 151:70,011[A ]| And the same fate that$6#1$ seems to$4$ one reverse, 151:70,012[A ]| Is necessary to$4$ the Universe. 151:70,013[A ]| All these particular and various things, 151:70,014[A ]| Linked to$4$ their causes by$4$ such secret springs, 151:70,015[A ]| Are held so$5#1$ fast, and governed with such art, 151:70,016[A ]| That$3$ nothing can out of its order start. 151:70,017[A ]| The world is God's watch, where nothing is so$5#1$ small, 151:70,018[A ]| But makes a part of what composes all: 151:70,019[A ]| Could the least pin be lost or else misplaced, 151:70,020[A ]| The whole would be disordered and defaced. 151:70,021[A ]| It beats no$2$ pulse in$4$ vain, but keeps its time, 151:70,022[A ]| And undiscerned to$4$ its own height does climb; 151:70,023[A ]| Strung first, and daily wound up$5$ by$4$ his hand 151:70,024[A ]| Who$6#1$ can its motions guide and understand. 151:70,025[A ]| No$2$ secret cunning then, or multitude, 151:70,026[A ]| Can providence divert, cross or delude. 151:70,027[A ]| And her just full degrees are hidden things, 151:70,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ harder are to$9$ find than births of springs, 151:70,029[A ]| Yet all in$4$ various consorts fitly sound, 151:70,030[A ]| And by$4$ their discords harmony compound. 151:70,031[A ]| Hence is that$6#2$ Order, Life and Energy, 151:70,032[A ]| Whereby Forms are preserved though Matter die; 151:70,033[A ]| And shifting dress, keep their own Living State: 151:70,034[A ]| So$5#1$ what kills this, does that$6#2$ thing propagate. 151:70,035[A ]| This made that$6#2$ Antique Sage in$4$ rapture Cry 151:70,036[A ]| That$3$ sure the world had full Eternity. 151:70,037[A ]| But though itself to$4$ fate and time submit, 151:70,038[A ]| He is above both, who$6#1$ made and governs it; 151:70,039[A ]| And to$4$ each creature hath such portion lent, 151:70,040[A ]| As Love and wisdom sees convenient. 151:70,041[A ]| For$3$ he is no$2$ Tyrant, nor delights to$9$ grieve 151:70,042[A ]| The beings which$6#1$ by$4$ him alone can Live. 151:70,043[A ]| He is most concerned, and hath the greatest share 151:70,044[A ]| In$4$ man, and therefore takes the greatest care 151:70,045[A ]| To$9$ make him happy, who$6#1$ alone can be 151:70,046[A ]| So$5#2$ by$4$ Submission and Conformity. 151:70,047[A ]| For$3$ why should changes here below surprise, 151:70,048[A ]| When the whole world its revolution tries? 151:70,049[A ]| Where were our springs, our harvests pleasant use, 151:70,050[A ]| Unless Vicissitude did them produce? 151:70,051[A ]| Nay, what can be so$5#1$ wearisome a pain, 151:70,052[A ]| As when no$2$ alterations entertain? 151:70,053[A ]| To$9$ lose, to$9$ suffer, to$9$ be sick and die, 151:70,054[A ]| Arrest us by$4$ the same necessity. 151:70,055[A ]| Nor would they trouble us, but that$3$ our mind 151:70,056[A ]| Hath its own glories unto dross confined. 151:70,057[A ]| For$3$ outward things remove not from their place, 151:70,058[A ]| Till our souls run to$9$ beg their mean embrace; 151:70,059[A ]| Then doting on$4$ the choice make it our own, 151:70,060[A ]| By$4$ placing trifles in$4$ the opinion's Throne, 151:70,061[A ]| So$3$ when they are divorced by$4$ some new cross, 151:70,062[A ]| Our souls seem widowed by$4$ the fatal loss: 151:70,063[A ]| But could we keep our Grandeur and our state, 151:70,064[A ]| Nothing below would seem unfortunate; 151:70,065[A ]| But Grace and reason, which$6#1$ best succours bring, 151:70,066[A ]| Would with advantage manage everything; 151:70,067[A ]| And by$4$ right judgments would prevent our moan, 151:70,068[A ]| For$4$ losing that$6#2$ which$6#1$ never was our Own. 151:70,069[A ]| For$3$ right Opinion is like$4$ a Marble Grot, 151:70,070[A ]| In$4$ summer cold, and in$4$ the winter hot; 151:70,071[A ]| A principle which$6#1$ in$4$ each fortune lives, 151:70,072[A ]| Bestowing Catholic preservatives. 151:70,073[A ]| It is this resolves, there are no$2$ losses where 151:70,074[A ]| Virtue and reason are continued there. 151:70,075[A ]| The meanest soul might such a fortune share, 151:70,076[A ]| But no$2$ mean soul could thus that$6#2$ fortune bear. 151:70,077[A ]| Thus I compose my thoughts grown insolent, 151:70,078[A ]| As the Irish Harper doth his Instrument; 151:70,079[A ]| Which$6#1$ if once struck doth murmur and complain, 151:70,080[A ]| But the next touch will$1$ silence all again. 151:71,000[' ]| <2. Corinth. 5. 19. v.> 151:71,000[' ]| 151:71,000[' ]| 151:71,000[' ]| <8to Aprilis 1653> 151:71,001[A ]| When God, contracted to$4$ humanity, 151:71,002[A ]| Could sigh and suffer, could be sick and die; 151:71,003[A ]| When all that$6#2$ heap of miracles combined 151:71,004[A ]| To$9$ form the greatest, which$6#1$ was, save mankind: 151:71,005[A ]| Then God took stand in$4$ Christ, studying a way 151:71,006[A ]| How to$9$ repair the ruined world's decay. 151:71,007[A ]| His Love, power, wisdom, must some means procure 151:71,008[A ]| His mercy to$9$ advance, justice secure: 151:71,009[A ]| And since man was in$4$ so$5#1$ much misery hurled, 151:71,010[A ]| It cost him more to$9$ save, than make the world. 151:71,011[A ]| O what a desperate Lump of sins had we, 151:71,012[A ]| When God must plot for$4$ our felicity! 151:71,013[A ]| When God must beg us that$3$ he may forgive! 151:71,014[A ]| And die himself before mankind could Live! 151:71,015[A ]| And what still are we, when our king in$4$ vain 151:71,016[A ]| Begs his lost Rebels to$9$ be friends again! 151:71,017[A ]| What floods of Love proceed from heaven's smile, 151:71,018[A ]| At once to$9$ pardon and to$9$ reconcile! 151:71,019[A ]| O wretched men! who$6#1$ dare your god confine, 151:71,020[A ]| Like$4$ those who$6#1$ separate what he does Join. 151:71,021[A ]| Go, stop the Rivers with an infant's hand! 151:71,022[A ]| Or count with your Arithmetic the Sand! 151:71,023[A ]| Forbid the Light! the fertile earth persuade 151:71,024[A ]| To$9$ shut her bosom from the labourer's spade! 151:71,025[A ]| And yield your God (if these can not be done) 151:71,026[A ]| As Universal as the Sea or Sun. 151:71,027[A ]| What God hath made he therefore can not hate, 151:71,028[A ]| For$3$ it is one act to$9$ Love and to$9$ Create: 151:71,029[A ]| And he is too perfect, full of Majesty, 151:71,030[A ]| To$9$ need additions from Our misery. 151:71,031[A ]| He hath a father's, not a tyrant's joy; 151:71,032[A ]| It is equal power to$9$ save, as to$9$ destroy. 151:71,033[A ]| Did there Ten thousand worlds to$9$ ruin fall 151:71,034[A ]| One God would save, one Christ redeem them all. 151:71,035[A ]| Be silenced then, you narrow souls; take heed 151:71,036[A ]| Lest you restrain the mercy you will$1$ need. 151:71,037[A ]| But O my soul, from these be different, 151:71,038[A ]| Imitate thou a nobler president: 151:71,039[A ]| As God with open arms the World does woo, 151:71,040[A ]| Learn thou like$4$ him to$9$ be enlarged too; 151:71,041[A ]| As he begs thy consent to$9$ pardon thee, 151:71,042[A ]| Learn to$9$ submit unto thy enemy; 151:71,043[A ]| As he stands ready thee to$9$ entertain, 151:71,044[A ]| Be thou as forward to$9$ return again; 151:71,045[A ]| As he was Crucified for$4$ and by$4$ thee, 151:71,046[A ]| Crucify thou what caused his Agony; 151:71,047[A ]| And like$5$ to$4$ him be mortified to$4$ men, 151:71,048[A ]| Die to$4$ the world, as he died for$4$ it then. 151:72,000[' ]| 151:72,001[A ]| We falsely think it due unto our friends, 151:72,002[A ]| That$3$ we should grieve for$4$ their too early ends: 151:72,003[A ]| He that$6#1$ surveys the world with serious eyes, 151:72,004[A ]| And strips Her from her gross and weak disguise, 151:72,005[A ]| Shall find it is injury to$9$ mourn their fate; 151:72,006[A ]| He only dies untimely who$6#1$ dies Late. 151:72,007[A ]| For$3$ if it were told to$4$ children in$4$ the womb, 151:72,008[A ]| To$4$ what a stage of mischief they must come; 151:72,009[A ]| Could they foresee with how much toil and sweat 151:72,010[A ]| Men court that$6#2$ Guilded nothing, being Great; 151:72,011[A ]| What pains they take not to$9$ be what they seem, 151:72,012[A ]| Rating their bliss by$4$ others' false esteem, 151:72,013[A ]| And sacrificing their content, to$9$ be 151:72,014[A ]| Guilty of grave and serious Vanity; 151:72,015[A ]| How each condition hath its proper Thorns, 151:72,016[A ]| And what one man admires, another Scorns; 151:72,017[A ]| How frequently their happiness they miss, 151:72,018[A ]| And so$5#1$ far from agreeing what it is, 151:72,019[A ]| That$3$ the same Person we can hardly find, 151:72,020[A ]| Who$6#1$ is an hour together in$4$ a mind; 151:72,021[A ]| Sure they would beg a period of their breath, 151:72,022[A ]| And what we call their birth would count their Death. 151:72,023[A ]| Mankind is mad; for$3$ none can live alone, 151:72,024[A ]| Because their joys stand by$4$ comparison: 151:72,025[A ]| And yet they quarrel at Society, 151:72,026[A ]| And strive to$9$ kill they know not whom, nor why. 151:72,027[A ]| We all live by$4$ mistake, delight in$4$ Dreams, 151:72,028[A ]| Lost to$4$ ourselves, and dwelling in$4$ extremes; 151:72,029[A ]| Rejecting what we have, though never so$5#1$ good, 151:72,030[A ]| And prizing what we never understood. 151:72,031[A ]| Compared to$4$ our boisterous inconstancy 151:72,032[A ]| Tempests are calm, and discords harmony. 151:72,033[A ]| Hence we reverse the world, and yet do find 151:72,034[A ]| The God that$6#1$ made can hardly please our mind. 151:72,035[A ]| We live by$4$ chance, and slip into Events; 151:72,036[A ]| Have all of Beasts except their Innocence. 151:72,037[A ]| The soul, which$6#1$ no$2$ man's power can reach, a thing 151:72,038[A ]| That$6#1$ makes each woman Man, each man a king, 151:72,039[A ]| Doth so$5#1$ much lose, and from its height so$5#2$ fall, 151:72,040[A ]| That$3$ some contend to$9$ have no$2$ Soul at all. 151:72,041[A ]| It is either not observed, or at the best 151:72,042[A ]| By$4$ passion fought withal, by$4$ sin depressed. 151:72,043[A ]| Freedom of will$0$ (god's image) is forgot; 151:72,044[A ]| And if we know it, we improve it not. 151:72,045[A ]| Our thoughts, thou nothing can be more our own, 151:72,046[A ]| Are still unguided, very seldom known. 151:72,047[A ]| Time escapes our hands as water in$4$ a Sieve, 151:72,048[A ]| We come to$9$ die before we begin to$9$ Live. 151:72,049[A ]| Truth, the most suitable and noble Prize, 151:72,050[A ]| Food of our spirits, yet neglected lies. 151:72,051[A ]| Errors and shadows are our choice, and we 151:72,052[A ]| Owe our perdition to$4$ our Own decree. 151:72,053[A ]| If we search Truth, we make it more obscure; 151:72,054[A ]| And when it shines, we can not the Light endure. 151:72,055[A ]| For$3$ most men who$6#1$ plod on$5$, and eat, and drink, 151:72,056[A ]| Have nothing less their business than to$9$ think; 151:72,057[A ]| And those few that$6#1$ enquire, how small a share 151:72,058[A ]| Of Truth they find! how dark their notions are! 151:72,059[A ]| That$6#2$ serious evenness that$6#1$ calms the Breast, 151:72,060[A ]| And in$4$ a Tempest can bestow a rest, 151:72,061[A ]| We either not attempt, or else decline, 151:72,062[A ]| By$4$ every trite snatched from our design. 151:72,063[A ]| (Others he must in$4$ his deceits involve, 151:72,064[A ]| Who$6#1$ is not true unto his own resolve.) 151:72,065[A ]| We govern not ourselves, but lose the reins, 151:72,066[A ]| Courting our bondage to$4$ a thousand chains; 151:72,067[A ]| And with as many slaveries content, 151:72,068[A ]| As there are Tyrants ready to$9$ Torment, 151:72,069[A ]| We live upon$4$ a Rack, extended still 151:72,070[A ]| To$4$ one extreme, or both, but always ill. 151:72,071[A ]| For$3$ since our fortune is not understood, 151:72,072[A ]| We suffer less from bad than from the good. 151:72,073[A ]| The sting is better dressed and longer lasts, 151:72,074[A ]| As surfeits are more dangerous than fasts. 151:72,075[A ]| And to$9$ complete the misery to$4$ us, 151:72,076[A ]| We see extremes are still contiguous. 151:72,077[A ]| And as we run so$5#1$ fast from what we hate, 151:72,078[A ]| Like$4$ Squibs on$4$ ropes, to$9$ know no$2$ middle state; 151:72,079[A ]| So$3$ (outward storms strengthened by$4$ us) we find 151:72,080[A ]| Our fortune as disordered as our mind. 151:72,081[A ]| But that$6#2$ is excused by$4$ this, it doth its part; 151:72,082[A ]| A treacherous world befits a treacherous heart. 151:72,083[A ]| All ill is our own; the outward storms we loathe 151:72,084[A ]| Receive from us their birth, or sting, or both; 151:72,085[A ]| And that$3$ our Vanity be past a doubt, 151:72,086[A ]| It is one new vanity to$9$ find it out. 151:72,087[A ]| Happy are they to$4$ whom god gives a Grave, 151:72,088[A ]| And from themselves as from his wrath doth save. 151:72,089[A ]| It is good not to$9$ be born; but if we must, 151:72,090[A ]| The next good is, soon to$9$ return to$4$ Dust: 151:72,091[A ]| When the uncaged soul, fled to$4$ Eternity, 151:72,092[A ]| Shall rest, and live, and sing, and love, and See. 151:72,093[A ]| Here we but crawl and grope, and play and cry; 151:72,094[A ]| Are first our own, then others' Enemy: 151:72,095[A ]| But there shall be defaced both stain and score, 151:72,096[A ]| For$3$ time, and Death, and sin shall be no$2$ more. 151:74,000[' ]| 151:74,001[A ]| Nature courts happiness, although it be 151:74,002[A ]| Unknown as the Athenian Deity. 151:74,003[A ]| It dwells not in$4$ man's sense, but he supplies 151:74,004[A ]| That$6#2$ want by$4$ growing fond of its disguise. 151:74,005[A ]| The false appearances of joy deceive, 151:74,006[A ]| And seeking her unto her like$0$ we cleave; 151:74,007[A ]| For$3$ sinking man hath scarce sense left to$9$ know 151:74,008[A ]| Whether the Plank he grasps will$1$ hold or no$5$; 151:74,009[A ]| While all the business of the world is this: 151:74,010[A ]| To$9$ seek that$6#2$ good which$6#1$ by$4$ mistake they miss; 151:74,011[A ]| And all the several passions men express 151:74,012[A ]| Are but for$4$ pleasure in$4$ a different dress. 151:74,013[A ]| They hope for$4$ happiness in$4$ being Great, 151:74,014[A ]| Or rich, or loved, then hug their own conceit; 151:74,015[A ]| And those which$6#1$ promise what they never had 151:74,016[A ]| In$4$ the midst of Laughter leave the Spirit sad. 151:74,017[A ]| But the Good man can find this Treasure out, 151:74,018[A ]| For$4$ which$6#1$ in$4$ vain others do dig and doubt; 151:74,019[A ]| And hath such secret full content within, 151:74,020[A ]| Though all abroad be storms, yet he can sing. 151:74,021[A ]| His peace is made; all is quiet in$4$ that$6#2$ place 151:74,022[A ]| Where Nature is tuned and exercised by$4$ Grace. 151:74,023[A ]| His inward calm prevents his Enemies, 151:74,024[A ]| For$3$ he can neither envy nor despise: 151:74,025[A ]| But in$4$ the beauty of his ordered mind 151:74,026[A ]| Doth still a new rich satisfaction find. 151:74,027[A ]| Innocent Epicure! whose single Breast 151:74,028[A ]| Can furnish him with a continual Feast. 151:74,029[A ]| A Prince at home! and Sceptres can refuse; 151:74,030[A ]| Valuing only what he can not lose. 151:74,031[A ]| He study is to$9$ do good, (a man may be 151:74,032[A ]| Harmless for$4$ want of opportunity:) 151:74,033[A ]| But he is industrious kindness to$9$ dispense, 151:74,034[A ]| And therein only covets Eminence. 151:74,035[A ]| Others do court applause and fame, but he 151:74,036[A ]| Thinks all that$6#2$ giddy noise but Vanity. 151:74,037[A ]| He takes no$2$ pains to$9$ be observed or seen, 151:74,038[A ]| While all his acts are echoed from within. 151:74,039[A ]| He is still himself when company are gone, 151:74,040[A ]| Too well employed ever to$9$ be alone; 151:74,041[A ]| For$3$ studying God in$4$ all his volumes, he 151:74,042[A ]| Begins the business of Eternity; 151:74,043[A ]| And unconcerned without, retains a power 151:74,044[A ]| To$9$ suck (like$4$ Bees) a sweet from every Flower. 151:74,045[A ]| And as the Manna of the Israelites 151:74,046[A ]| Had several tastes to$9$ please all appetites: 151:74,047[A ]| So$3$ his contentment is that$6#2$ Catholic food, 151:74,048[A ]| That$6#1$ makes all states seem fit as well as good. 151:74,049[A ]| He dares not wish, nor his own fate propound; 151:74,050[A ]| But (if God sends) reads Love in$4$ every wound: 151:74,051[A ]| And would not lose, for$4$ all the joys of sense, 151:74,052[A ]| The Glorious pleasure of Obedience. 151:74,053[A ]| His better part can neither change nor lose, 151:74,054[A ]| And all God's will$0$ can do, and bear, and choose. 151:75,000[' ]| 151:75,001[A ]| How weak a Star doth rule mankind, 151:75,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ owes its ruin to$4$ the same 151:75,003[A ]| Causes which$6#1$ nature had designed 151:75,004[A ]| To$9$ cherish and preserve the frame! 151:75,005[A ]| As Commonwealths may be secure, 151:75,006[A ]| And no$2$ remote invasion dread; 151:75,007[A ]| Yet may a sadder fall endure 151:75,008[A ]| From Traitors in$4$ their bosom bred: 151:75,009[A ]| So$3$ while we feel no$2$ Violence, 151:75,010[A ]| And on$4$ our active health do trust, 151:75,011[A ]| A secret hand doth snatch us hence, 151:75,012[A ]| And Tumbles us into the Dust. 151:75,013[A ]| Yet carelessly we run our race, 151:75,014[A ]| As if we could death's summons wave; 151:75,015[A ]| And think not on$4$ the narrow space 151:75,016[A ]| Between a Table and a Grave. 151:75,017[A ]| But since we can not death reprieve, 151:75,018[A ]| Our souls and Fame we ought to$9$ mind, 151:75,019[A ]| For$3$ they our bodies will$1$ survive; 151:75,020[A ]| That$6#2$ goes beyond, this stays behind. 151:75,021[A ]| If I am sure my Soul is safe, 151:75,022[A ]| And that$3$ my actions will$1$ provide 151:75,023[A ]| My Tomb a nobler Epitaph, 151:75,024[A ]| Than that$3$ I only Lived and Died: 151:75,025[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ in$4$ various accidents 151:75,026[A ]| I conscience may, and Honour, keep; 151:75,027[A ]| I with that$6#2$ ease and innocence 151:75,028[A ]| Shall die, as infants go to$4$ Sleep. 151:76,000[' ]| 151:76,000[' ]| 151:76,001[A ]| The public Gladness that$6#1$ is to$4$ us restored, 151:76,002[A ]| For$4$ your escape from what we so$5#2$ deplored, 151:76,003[A ]| Will$1$ want as well resemblance as belief, 151:76,004[A ]| Unless our joy be measured by$4$ our Grief 151:76,005[A ]| When in$4$ your Fever we with terror saw 151:76,006[A ]| At once our Hopes and Happiness withdraw; 151:76,007[A ]| And every crisis did with jealous fear 151:76,008[A ]| Enquire the News we scarce durst stay to$9$ hear. 151:76,009[A ]| Some dying Princes have their Servants slain, 151:76,010[A ]| That$3$ after death they might not want a Train. 151:76,011[A ]| Such cruelty were here a needless sin; 151:76,012[A ]| For$3$ had our fatal Fears prophetic been, 151:76,013[A ]| Sorrow alone that$6#2$ service would have done, 151:76,014[A ]| And you by$4$ Nations had been waited on$5$. 151:76,015[A ]| Your danger was in$4$ every Visage seen, 151:76,016[A ]| And only yours was quiet and serene. 151:76,017[A ]| But all our zealous Grief had been in$4$ vain, 151:76,018[A ]| Had not Great Charles's called you back again: 151:76,019[A ]| Who$6#1$ did your sufferings with such pain discern, 151:76,020[A ]| He lost three Kingdoms once with less concern. 151:76,021[A ]| Labouring your safety he neglected his, 151:76,022[A ]| Nor feared he Death in$4$ any shape but this. 151:76,023[A ]| His Genius did the bold Distemper tame, 151:76,024[A ]| And his rich Tears quenched the rebellious Flame. 151:76,025[A ]| As once the Thracian Hero loved and grieved, 151:76,026[A ]| Till he his lost Felicity retrieved; 151:76,027[A ]| And with the moving accents of his woe, 151:76,028[A ]| His Spouse recovered from the shades below. 151:76,029[A ]| So$3$ the King's grief your threatened loss withstood, 151:76,030[A ]| Who$6#1$ mourned with the same fortune that$6#2$ he wooed 151:76,031[A ]| And to$4$ his happy Passion we have been 151:76,032[A ]| Now twice obliged for$4$ so$5#1$ adored a Queen. 151:76,033[A ]| But how severe a Choice had you to$9$ make, 151:76,034[A ]| When you must Heaven delay, or Him forsake? 151:76,035[A ]| Yet since those joys you made such haste to$9$ find 151:76,036[A ]| Had scarce been so$5#2$, if he were left behind, 151:76,037[A ]| How well did Fate decide your inward strife 151:76,038[A ]| By$4$ making him a Present of your Life? 151:76,039[A ]| Which$6#1$ rescued Blessing we must long enjoy 151:76,040[A ]| Since our Offences could it not destroy. 151:76,041[A ]| For$3$ none but Death durst rival him in$4$ you; 151:76,042[A ]| And Death himself was baffled in$4$ it too. 151:78,000[' ]| 151:78,001[A ]| Behold this Creature's Form and State, 151:78,002[A ]| Which$6#1$ Nature therefore did create; 151:78,003[A ]| That$3$ to$4$ the World might be expressed 151:78,004[A ]| What mien there can be in$4$ a Beast; 151:78,005[A ]| And that$3$ we in$4$ this Shape may find 151:78,006[A ]| A Lion of another kind; 151:78,007[A ]| For$3$ this Heroic beast does seem 151:78,008[A ]| In$4$ Majesty to$9$ Rival him: 151:78,009[A ]| And yet vouchsafes, to$4$ Man, to$9$ show 151:78,010[A ]| Both service and submission too; 151:78,011[A ]| From whence we this distinction have, 151:78,012[A ]| That$6#2$ Beast is fierce, but this is brave. 151:78,013[A ]| This Dog hath so$5#2$ himself subdued, 151:78,014[A ]| That$3$ hunger can not make him rude, 151:78,015[A ]| And his behaviour does confess 151:78,016[A ]| True Courage dwells with Gentleness. 151:78,017[A ]| With Sternest Wolves he dares engage, 151:78,018[A ]| And acts on$4$ them successful rage; 151:78,019[A ]| Yet too much courtesy may chance 151:78,020[A ]| To$9$ put him out of countenance. 151:78,021[A ]| But when in$4$ his opposers' blood, 151:78,022[A ]| Fortune hath made his virtue good; 151:78,023[A ]| This Creature from an Act so$5#1$ brave 151:78,024[A ]| Grows not more sullen, but more grave; 151:78,025[A ]| Man's Guard would now be, not his sport, 151:78,026[A ]| Believing he hath ventured for$4$ it; 151:78,027[A ]| But yet no$2$ blood or shed or spent 151:78,028[A ]| Can ever make him insolent. 151:78,029[A ]| Few Men of him to$9$ do great things have learned, 151:78,030[A ]| And when they are done, to$9$ be so$5#1$ unconcerned. 151:79,000[' ]| 151:79,000[' ]| 151:79,001[A ]| How prodigious is my Fate, 151:79,002[A ]| Since I can not determine clearly, 151:79,003[A ]| Whether you will$1$ do more severely, 151:79,004[A ]| Giving me your love or Hate. 151:79,005[A ]| For$3$ if you with kindness bless me, 151:79,006[A ]| Since from you I soon must part, 151:79,007[A ]| Fortune will$1$ so$5#2$ dispossess me, 151:79,008[A ]| That$3$ your Love will$1$ break my heart. 151:79,009[A ]| But since death all Sorrow cures, 151:79,010[A ]| Might I choose my way of dying, 151:79,011[A ]| I could wish the arrow flying 151:79,012[A ]| From Fortune's Quiver, not from yours. 151:79,013[A ]| For$3$ in$4$ the sad unusual story 151:79,014[A ]| How my wretched heart was torn, 151:79,015[A ]| It will$1$ more concern your glory 151:79,016[A ]| That$3$ I by$4$ absence fell, than scorn. 151:80,000[' ]| 151:80,000[' ]| 151:80,001[B ]| My Lucasia, leave the Mountain tops, 151:80,002[B ]| And like$1$ a nearer air. 151:80,003[C ]| How shall I then forsake my lovely flocks 151:80,004[C ]| Bequeathed to$4$ my care? 151:80,005[B ]| Shepherdess, thy flocks will$1$ not be less, 151:80,006[B ]| Although thou shouldst come hither. 151:80,007[C ]| But, I fear, the world will$1$ be severe, 151:80,008[C ]| Should I leave them to$9$ go thither. 151:80,009[B ]| O! my friend, if you on$4$ that$6#2$ depend, 151:80,010[B ]| You will$1$ never know content. 151:80,011[C ]| Rather I near thee would live and die, 151:80,012[C ]| Would Fortune but consent. 151:80,013[B ]| But did you ask leave to$9$ love me too, 151:80,014[B ]| That$3$ others should deprive me? 151:80,015[C ]| Not all Mankind a stratagem can find, 151:80,016[C ]| Which$6#1$ from that$6#2$ heart should drive me. 151:80,017[B ]| Better it had been, I thee had never seen, 151:80,018[B ]| Than that$6#2$ content to$9$ lose. 151:80,019[C ]| Such are thy charms, I would dwell within thy arms, 151:80,020[C ]| Could I my station choose. 151:80,021[B ]| When Life is done, the World to$4$ us is gone, 151:80,022[B ]| And all our cares do end. 151:80,023[C ]| Nay, I know there is nothing sweet below, 151:80,024[C ]| Unless it be a friend. 151:80,025[B ]| Then whilst we live,this joy let us take and give, 151:80,026[B ]| Since death so$5#1$ soon will$1$ sever. 151:80,027[C ]| But I trust, when crumbled into dust, 151:80,028[C ]| We shall meet and love forever. 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,000[' ]| 151:82,001[A ]| Reader, stay, it is but just; 151:82,002[A ]| Thou dost not tread on$4$ common dust, 151:82,003[A ]| For$3$ underneath this Stone does lie 151:82,004[A ]| One whose name can never die: 151:82,005[A ]| Who$6#1$ from an honourable lineage sprung, 151:82,006[A ]| Was to$4$ another matched young; 151:82,007[A ]| Whose happiness she ever sought; 151:82,008[A ]| One blessing was, and many brought: 151:82,009[A ]| Was thirty seven years of her life 151:82,010[A ]| A virtuous, prudent, humble Wife, 151:82,011[A ]| And to$4$ her Spouse her faith did prove 151:82,012[A ]| By$4$ fifteen pledges of their Love. 151:82,013[A ]| But when by$4$ death of him deprived, 151:82,014[A ]| An honourable widow lived 151:82,015[A ]| Full four and twenty years, wherein, 151:82,016[A ]| Though she had much afflicted been, 151:82,017[A ]| Saw many of her children fall, 151:82,018[A ]| And public ruin threaten all; 151:82,019[A ]| Yet from above assisted, she 151:82,020[A ]| Both did and suffered worthily. 151:82,021[A ]| She to$4$ the Crown and Church adhered, 151:82,022[A ]| And in$4$ their sorrows them revered, 151:82,023[A ]| With Piety which$6#1$ knew no$2$ strife, 151:82,024[A ]| But was as sober as her life. 151:82,025[A ]| A furnished table, open door, 151:82,026[A ]| That$6#2$ for$4$ her friends, this for$4$ the poor, 151:82,027[A ]| She kept; yet did her fortune find 151:82,028[A ]| Too narrow for$4$ her nobler mind; 151:82,029[A ]| Which$6#1$ seeking objects to$9$ relieve, 151:82,030[A ]| Did food to$4$ many Orphans give, 151:82,031[A ]| Who$6#1$ in$4$ her life no$2$ want did know, 151:82,032[A ]| But all the poor are Orphans now. 151:82,033[A ]| Yet hold, her fame is much too safe 151:82,034[A ]| To$9$ need a written Epitaph. 151:82,035[A ]| Her fame was so$5#1$ confessed that$3$ she 151:82,036[A ]| Can never here forgotten be, 151:82,037[A ]| Till Cardigan itself become 151:82,038[A ]| To$4$ its own ruined heaps a Tomb. 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,001[A ]| Here, here are our enjoyments done, 151:83,002[A ]| And since the Love and grief we wear 151:83,003[A ]| Forbids us either word or tear, 151:83,004[A ]| And Art wants here expression, 151:83,005[A ]| See Nature furnish us with one. 151:83,006[A ]| The kind and mournful Nymph which$6#1$ here 151:83,007[A ]| Inhabits in$4$ her humble Cells, 151:83,008[A ]| No$2$ longer her own Sorrow tells, 151:83,009[A ]| Nor for$4$ it now concerned appears, 151:83,010[A ]| But for$4$ our parting sheds these tears. 151:83,011[A ]| Unless she may afflicted be, 151:83,012[A ]| Lest we should doubt her Innocence; 151:83,013[A ]| Since she hath lost her best pretence 151:83,014[A ]| Unto a matchless purity; 151:83,015[A ]| Our Love being clearer far than she. 151:83,016[A ]| Cold as the streams which$6#1$ from her flow, 151:83,017[A ]| Or (if her privater recess 151:83,018[A ]| A greater coldness can express) 151:83,019[A ]| Than cold as those dark beds of snow 151:83,020[A ]| Our hearts are at this parting blow. 151:83,021[A ]| But Time, that$6#1$ has both wings and feet, 151:83,022[A ]| Our suffering Minutes being Spent, 151:83,023[A ]| Will$1$ visit us with new content; 151:83,028[A ]| And sure, if kindness be so$5#1$ sweet, 151:83,029[A ]| It is harder to$9$ forget than meet. 151:83,030[A ]| Then though the sad Adieu we say, 151:83,031[A ]| Yet as the wine we hither bring, 151:83,032[A ]| Revives, and then exalts the Spring; 151:83,033[A ]| So$3$ let our hopes to$9$ meet allay 151:83,034[A ]| The fears and Sorrows of this day. 151:83,000[' ]| 151:83,001[A ]| My Dear Rosania, sometimes be so$5#1$ kind, 151:83,002[A ]| To$9$ think upon$4$ the friend thou leavest behind; 151:83,003[A ]| And wish thee here, to$9$ make my joys complete, 151:83,004[A ]| Or else me there, to$9$ share thy blest retreat. 151:83,005[A ]| But to$4$ the heart which$6#1$ for$4$ thy Loss doth mourn, 151:83,006[A ]| The kindest thought is that$6#2$ of quick return. 151:84,007[A ]| 151:84,008[A ]| 151:84,009[A ]| Adored Valeria, and can you conclude 151:84,010[A ]| Orinda lost in$4$ such Ingratitude? 151:84,011[A ]| And so$5#1$ mispel the language of my Face, 151:84,012[A ]| When in$4$ my heart you have so$5#1$ great a place? 151:84,013[A ]| Ah! be assured I could no$2$ look direct 151:84,014[A ]| To$4$ you, not full of Passion and respect; 151:84,015[A ]| Or if my looks have played that$6#2$ treacherous part, 151:84,016[A ]| And so$5#1$ much misinterpreted my heart, 151:84,017[A ]| I shall forgive them that$6#2$ one falsehood less 151:84,018[A ]| Than all their folly, and their Ugliness; 151:84,019[A ]| And had much rather choose they should appear 151:84,020[A ]| Always unhandsome, than once unsincere. 151:84,021[A ]| But I must thank your Error, which$6#1$ procures 151:84,022[A ]| Me such obliging jealousy as yours: 151:84,023[A ]| For$3$ at that$6#2$ quarrel I can never repine, 151:84,024[A ]| Which$6#1$ shows your Kindness, though it questions mine. 151:84,025[A ]| To$4$ your Concern I pardon your Distrust, 151:84,026[A ]| And prize your Love, even when it is unjust. 151:86,000[' ]| 151:86,000[' ]| 151:86,001[A ]| Since you, who$6#1$ Credit to$4$ all wonders bring, 151:86,002[A ]| That$3$ Lovers can believe, or Poets sing; 151:86,003[A ]| Whose only shape and Fashion does express, 151:86,004[A ]| Your Virtue is your Nature, not your dress; 151:86,005[A ]| In$4$ whom the most admired extremes appear 151:86,006[A ]| Humble and Fair, Prudent and yet Sincere; 151:86,007[A ]| Whose matchless worth transmits such Splendid rays, 151:86,008[A ]| As those that$6#1$ envy it are forced to$9$ praise; 151:86,009[A ]| Since you have found such an Illustrious Sphere, 151:86,010[A ]| And are resolved to$9$ fix your Glories there; 151:86,011[A ]| A Heart whose bravery to$4$ his Sex secures 151:86,012[A ]| As much renown as you have done to$4$ yours; 151:86,013[A ]| And whose perfections, in$4$ obtaining you, 151:86,014[A ]| Are both discovered and rewarded too; 151:86,015[A ]| It were almost equal boldness to$9$ invent 151:86,016[A ]| How to$9$ increase your Merit, or Content. 151:86,017[A ]| Yet sure the Muses somewhat have to$9$ say; 151:86,018[A ]| But they will$1$ send it you a better way: 151:86,019[A ]| The Court, who$6#1$ so$5#1$ much to$4$ your Lustre owes, 151:86,020[A ]| Must also pay you its officious vows. 151:86,021[A ]| But whilst this shows respect, and those their art, 151:86,022[A ]| Let me too speak the Language of my heart; 151:86,023[A ]| Whose ruder offerings dare approach your Shrine, 151:86,024[A ]| For$3$ you, who$6#1$ merit theirs, can pardon mine. 151:86,025[A ]| Fortune and Virtue with such heat contend 151:86,026[A ]| (As once for$4$ Rome) now to$9$ make you their Friend: 151:86,027[A ]| And you so$5#1$ well can this prefer to$4$ that$6#2$, 151:86,028[A ]| As you can neither fear, nor mend your Fate: 151:86,029[A ]| Yet since the votes of joy from all are due, 151:86,030[A ]| A love like$4$ mine must find some wishes too. 151:86,031[A ]| May you, in$4$ this bright Constellation set, 151:86,032[A ]| Still show how much the good outshine the Great: 151:86,033[A ]| May you be courted with all joys of Sense, 151:86,034[A ]| Yet place the highest in$4$ your Innocence; 151:86,035[A ]| Whose Praise may you enjoy, but not regard; 151:86,036[A ]| Finding within both Motive and Reward. 151:86,037[A ]| May Fortune still to$4$ your Commands be just, 151:86,038[A ]| Yet still beneath your kindness or your Trust. 151:86,039[A ]| May you no$2$ Trouble either feel or fear, 151:86,040[A ]| But from your Pity for$4$ what others wear; 151:86,041[A ]| And may the happy Owner of your breast, 151:86,042[A ]| Still find his Passion with his joyes increased; 151:86,043[A ]| Whilst every Moment your Concern makes known, 151:86,044[A ]| And gives him too, fresh reason for$4$ his own: 151:86,045[A ]| And from their Parents may your Offspring have 151:86,046[A ]| All that$6#1$ is wise and lovely, soft and brave: 151:86,047[A ]| Or if all wishes we in$4$ one would give, 151:86,048[A ]| For$4$ him, and for$4$ the world, long may you live. 151:87,000[' ]| 151:87,000[' ]| 151:87,001[A ]| What on$4$ Earth deserves our Trust? 151:87,002[A ]| Youth and Beauty both are dust. 151:87,003[A ]| Long we gathering are with pain, 151:87,004[A ]| What one Moment calls again. 151:87,005[A ]| Seven years Childless Marriage past, 151:87,006[A ]| A Son, A Son is born at last; 151:87,007[A ]| So$5#1$ exactly limmed and Fair, 151:87,008[A ]| Full of good Spirits, Mien, and Air, 151:87,009[A ]| As a long life promised; 151:87,010[A ]| Yet, in$4$ less than six weeks, dead. 151:87,011[A ]| Too promising, too great a Mind 151:87,012[A ]| In$4$ so$5#1$ small room to$9$ be confined: 151:87,013[A ]| Therefore, fit in$4$ Heaven to$9$ dwell, 151:87,014[A ]| He quickly broke the Prison shell. 151:87,015[A ]| So$3$ the Subtle Alchemist, 151:87,016[A ]| Can not with Hermes-seal resist 151:87,017[A ]| The Powerful Spirit's subtler flight, 151:87,018[A ]| But it will$1$ bid him long good night. 151:87,019[A ]| So$3$ the Sun, if it arise 151:87,020[A ]| Half so$5#1$ Glorious as his Eyes, 151:87,021[A ]| Like$4$ this Infant, takes a shroud, 151:87,022[A ]| Buried in$4$ a morning Cloud. 151:88,000[' ]| 151:88,000[' ]| 151:88,000[' ]| 151:88,001[A ]| Have not so$5#1$ many precious lives of late 151:88,002[A ]| Sufficed to$9$ quench the greedy thirst of Fate? 151:88,003[A ]| Though to$9$ increase the mournful purple Flood, 151:88,004[A ]| As well as Noble, she drank Royal Blood; 151:88,005[A ]| That$3$ not content against us to$9$ engage 151:88,006[A ]| Our own wild fury, and Usurper's rage; 151:88,007[A ]| By$4$ Sickness now, when all that$6#2$ Storm is past, 151:88,008[A ]| She strives to$9$ hew our Heroes down as fast; 151:88,009[A ]| And by$4$ the prey she chooses, shows her aim 151:88,010[A ]| Is to$9$ extinguish all the English Fame; 151:88,011[A ]| Else had this Generous Youth we now have lost, 151:88,012[A ]| Been still his friends delight, and Country's boast, 151:88,013[A ]| And higher raised the Illustrious name he bore, 151:88,014[A ]| Than all our Chronicles had done before. 151:88,015[A ]| Had Death considered, before he struck this blow, 151:88,016[A ]| How many noble hopes it would overthrow; 151:88,017[A ]| The Genius of his House (who$6#1$ did complain 151:88,018[A ]| That$3$ all her Worthies now died over again) 151:88,019[A ]| His flourishing, and yet untainted years; 151:88,020[A ]| His Father's anguish, and his Mother's tears; 151:88,021[A ]| Sure he had been persuaded to$9$ relent, 151:88,022[A ]| Nor had for$4$ so$5#1$ much early sweetness, sent 151:88,023[A ]| That$6#2$ fierce disease, which$6#1$ knows not how to$9$ spare 151:88,024[A ]| The young, the Great, the Knowing, or the Fair. 151:88,025[A ]| But we as well might flatter every wind, 151:88,026[A ]| And court the Tempests to$9$ be less unkind, 151:88,027[A ]| As hope from Churlish Death to$9$ snatch his prey, 151:88,028[A ]| Who$6#1$ is as furious and as deaf as they; 151:88,029[A ]| And who$6#1$ hath cruelly surprised in$4$ him, 151:88,030[A ]| His parents joy, and all the world's Esteem. 151:88,031[A ]| Say, treacherous hopes that$6#1$ whisper in$4$ our Ear, 151:88,032[A ]| Still to$9$ expect some steady comfort here, 151:88,033[A ]| And though we oft discover all your Arts, 151:88,034[A ]| Would still betray our disappointed hearts; 151:88,035[A ]| What new delusion can you now prepare, 151:88,036[A ]| Since this pale Object shows how false you are? 151:88,037[A ]| It will$1$ fully answer all you have to$9$ plead, 151:88,038[A ]| If we reply, great Warwick's heir is dead: 151:88,039[A ]| Blush, human hopes and Joys, and then be all 151:88,040[A ]| In$4$ solemn mourning at this Funeral. 151:88,041[A ]| For$3$ since such expectations brittle prove, 151:88,042[A ]| What can we safely either hope or Love? 151:90,000[' ]| 151:90,000[' ]| 151:90,000[' ]| 151:90,001[A ]| Alas! how barbarous are we, 151:90,002[A ]| Thus to$9$ requite the courteous Tree! 151:90,003[A ]| Who$6#1$ its broad shade affording us, 151:90,004[A ]| Deserved not to$9$ be wounded thus. 151:90,005[A ]| See how the yielding bark complies 151:90,006[A ]| With our ungrateful injuries! 151:90,007[A ]| And Seeing this, say how much then 151:90,008[A ]| Trees are more generous than Men; 151:90,009[A ]| Who$6#1$, by$4$ a Nobleness so$5#1$ pure, 151:90,010[A ]| Can first oblige, and then endure. 151:91,000[' ]| 151:91,000[' ]| 151:91,001[A ]| As when two sister rivulets, who$6#1$ crept 151:91,002[A ]| From that$6#2$ dark bed of snow wherein they slept, 151:91,003[A ]| By$4$ private distant currents under ground, 151:91,004[A ]| Have by$4$ Meanders either's bosom found, 151:91,005[A ]| They sob aloud, and break down what withstood, 151:91,006[A ]| Swollen by$4$ their own embraces to$4$ a flood: 151:91,007[A ]| So$3$ when my sympathy for$4$ thy dear grief 151:91,008[A ]| Had brought me near, in$4$ hope to$9$ give relief, 151:91,009[A ]| I found my sorrow heightened when so$5#2$ joined, 151:91,010[A ]| And thine increased by$4$ being so$5#2$ combined, 151:91,011[A ]| Since to$4$ the bleeding hopes of many years, 151:91,012[A ]| I could contribute nothing but my tears; 151:91,013[A ]| Tears which$6#1$ to$4$ thy sad fate were justly due, 151:91,014[A ]| And to$4$ his loss, by$4$ all who$6#1$ that$6#2$ loss knew; 151:91,015[A ]| For$3$ thy Charistus was so$5#1$ much above 151:91,016[A ]| The Eloquence of all our grief and love, 151:91,017[A ]| That$3$ it would be Injurious to$4$ his Hearse, 151:91,018[A ]| To$9$ think to$9$ crowd his worth into a verse. 151:91,019[A ]| Could I (by$4$ miracle) such praise indite, 151:91,020[A ]| Who$6#1$ with more ease and justice weep than write, 151:91,021[A ]| He was all that$6#2$ which$6#1$ History can boast, 151:91,022[A ]| Or bolder Poetry had ever engrossed: 151:91,023[A ]| So$5#1$ pious, just, noble, discreet, and kind, 151:91,024[A ]| Their best Ideas knew not how to$9$ find. 151:91,025[A ]| His strong Religion not on$4$ trifles spent, 151:91,026[A ]| Was useful, firm, early, and eminent, 151:91,027[A ]| Never betrayed to$4$ undigested heat, 151:91,028[A ]| Nor yet enticed from what was safely great; 151:91,029[A ]| And this so$5#1$ soon, as if he had foresight, 151:91,030[A ]| He must begin betimes whose noon is night. 151:91,031[A ]| His virtue was his choice, and not his chance, 151:91,032[A ]| Not moved by$4$ Age, nor born of Ignorance. 151:91,033[A ]| He well knew whom, and what he did believe, 151:91,034[A ]| And for$4$ his Faith did not dispute, but live, 151:91,035[A ]| And lived just like$4$ his infant Innocence, 151:91,036[A ]| But that$6#2$ was crowned with free obedience. 151:91,037[A ]| How did he scorn design, and equally 151:91,038[A ]| How much abhorred this Age's vanity! 151:91,039[A ]| He neither liked its tumults, nor its joys, 151:91,040[A ]| Slighted alike Earth's pleasures, and her noise; 151:91,041[A ]| But unconcerned in$4$ both, in$4$ his own mind 151:91,042[A ]| Alone could power and satisfaction find. 151:91,043[A ]| A treasury of merit there lay hid, 151:91,044[A ]| Which$6#1$ though he never confessed, his actions did. 151:91,045[A ]| His modesty unto his virtue lent 151:91,046[A ]| At once a shadow and an ornament; 151:91,047[A ]| But what could hide those filial rites he paid; 151:91,048[A ]| How much he loved, how prudently obeyed? 151:91,049[A ]| How as a Brother did he justly share 151:91,050[A ]| His kind concern between respect and care? 151:91,051[A ]| And to$4$ a wife how fully did he prove 151:91,052[A ]| How wisely he could judge, how fondly love? 151:91,053[A ]| As Husbands serious, but as Lovers kind, 151:91,054[A ]| He valued all of her, but loved her mind; 151:91,055[A ]| And with a passion made this Riddle true, 151:91,056[A ]| It was ever perfect, and yet still it grew. 151:91,057[A ]| Such handsome thoughts his Breast did ever fill, 151:91,058[A ]| He durst do anything, but what was ill; 151:91,059[A ]| Unlike those Gallants who$6#1$ so$5#2$ use their time, 151:91,060[A ]| As opportunity to$9$ act their crime, 151:91,061[A ]| And lost in$4$ wine or vanity when young, 151:91,062[A ]| They die too soon, because they lived too long: 151:91,063[A ]| But he has hallowed so$5#2$ his early death, 151:91,064[A ]| It is almost shame to$9$ draw a longer breath. 151:91,065[A ]| I can no$2$ more, they that$6#1$ can must have learned 151:91,066[A ]| To$9$ be more eloquent, and less concerned; 151:91,067[A ]| But all that$6#2$ Noble justice to$4$ his Name, 151:91,068[A ]| His own good Angel will$1$ commit to$4$ Fame. 151:91,069[A ]| Could grief recall this happiness again, 151:91,070[A ]| Of thy dear sorrow I would never complain, 151:91,071[A ]| But such an opportunity would take 151:91,072[A ]| To$9$ grieve an useless life out for$4$ thy sake; 151:91,073[A ]| But since it can not, I must pray thee live, 151:91,074[A ]| That$3$ so$5#1$ much of Charistus may survive, 151:91,075[A ]| And that$3$ thou do no$2$ act so$5#1$ harsh to$4$ Love, 151:91,076[A ]| As that$3$ his glory should thy sorrow move: 151:91,077[A ]| Endure thy loss till Heaven shall it repay, 151:91,078[A ]| Upon$4$ thy last and glorious wedding-day, 151:91,079[A ]| When thou shalt know him more, and quickly find 151:91,080[A ]| The love increased by$4$ being so$5#1$ refined, 151:91,081[A ]| And there possess him without parting fears, 151:91,082[A ]| As I my friendship free from future tears. 150:92,000[' ]| 151:92,000[' ]| 151:92,001[A ]| Adieu, dear object of my Love's excess, 151:92,002[A ]| And with thee all my hopes of happiness, 151:92,003[A ]| With the same fervent and unchanged heart 151:92,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ did its whole self once to$4$ thee impart, 151:92,005[A ]| (And which$6#1$, though fortune has so$5#1$ sorely bruised, 151:92,006[A ]| Would suffer more, to$9$ be from this excused) 151:92,007[A ]| I to$9$ resign thy dear Converse submit, 151:92,008[A ]| Since I can neither keep, nor merit it. 151:92,009[A ]| Thou hast too long to$4$ me confined been, 151:92,010[A ]| Who$6#1$ ruin am without, passion within. 151:92,011[A ]| My mind is sunk below thy tenderness, 151:92,012[A ]| And my condition does deserve it less; 151:92,013[A ]| I am so$5#1$ entangled and so$5#1$ lost a thing 151:92,014[A ]| By$4$ all the shocks my daily sorrows bring, 151:92,015[A ]| That$3$ wouldst thou for$4$ thy old Orinda call, 151:92,016[A ]| Thou hardly couldst unravel her at all. 151:92,017[A ]| And should I thy clear fortunes interline 151:92,018[A ]| With the incessant miseries of mine? 151:92,019[A ]| No$7$, no$7$, I never loved at such a rate, 151:92,020[A ]| To$9$ tie thee to$4$ the rigours of my fate. 151:92,021[A ]| As from my obligations thou art free, 151:92,022[A ]| Sure thou shalt be so$5#2$ from my Injury; 151:92,023[A ]| Though every other worthiness I miss, 151:92,024[A ]| Yet I will$1$ at least be generous in$4$ this. 151:92,025[A ]| I would rather perish without sigh or groan, 151:92,026[A ]| Than thou shouldst be condemned to$9$ give me one; 151:92,027[A ]| Nay, in$4$ my soul I rather could allow 151:92,028[A ]| Friendship should be a sufferer, than thou; 151:92,029[A ]| Go then, since my sad heart has set thee free, 151:92,030[A ]| Let all the loads and chains remain on$4$ me. 151:92,031[A ]| Though I be left the prey of sea and wind, 151:92,032[A ]| Thou, being happy, wilt in$4$ that$6#2$ be kind; 151:92,033[A ]| Nor shall I my undoing much deplore, 151:92,034[A ]| Since thou art safe, whom I must value more. 151:92,035[A ]| Oh! mayst thou ever be so$5#2$, and as free 151:92,036[A ]| From all ills else, as from my company; 151:92,037[A ]| And may the torments thou hast had from it, 151:92,038[A ]| Be all that$6#1$ heaven will$1$ to$4$ thy life permit; 151:92,039[A ]| And that$3$ they may thy virtue service do, 151:92,040[A ]| Mayst thou be able to$9$ forgive them too: 151:92,041[A ]| But though I must this sharp submission learn, 151:92,042[A ]| I can not yet unwish thy dear concern. 151:92,043[A ]| Not one new comfort I expect to$9$ see, 151:92,044[A ]| I quit my joy, hope, life, and all but thee; 151:92,045[A ]| Nor seek I thence ought that$6#1$ may discompose 151:92,046[A ]| That$6#2$ mind where so$5#1$ serene a goodness grows. 151:92,047[A ]| I ask no$2$ inconvenient kindness now, 151:92,048[A ]| To$9$ move thy passion, or to$9$ cloud thy brow; 151:92,049[A ]| And thou wilt satisfy my boldest plea 151:92,050[A ]| By$4$ some few soft remembrances of me, 151:92,051[A ]| Which$6#1$ may present thee with this candid thought, 151:92,052[A ]| I meant not all the troubles that$6#1$ I brought. 151:92,053[A ]| Own not what Passion rules, and Fate does crush, 151:92,054[A ]| But wish thou couldst have done it without a blush; 151:92,055[A ]| And that$3$ I had been, before it was too late, 151:92,056[A ]| Either more worthy, or more fortunate. 151:92,057[A ]| Ah, who$6#2$ can love the thing they can not prize? 151:92,058[A ]| But thou mayst pity though thou dost despise. 151:92,059[A ]| Yet I should think that$6#2$ pity bought too dear, 151:92,060[A ]| If it should cost those precious Eyes a tear. 151:92,061[A ]| Oh, may no$2$ minute's trouble thee possess, 151:92,062[A ]| But to$9$ endear the next hour's happiness; 151:92,063[A ]| And mayst thou when thou art from me removed, 151:92,064[A ]| Be better pleased, but never worse beloved: 151:92,065[A ]| Oh, pardon me for$4$ pouring out my woes 151:92,066[A ]| In$4$ Rhyme, now that$3$ I dare not do it in$4$ Prose: 151:92,067[A ]| For$3$ I must lose whatever is called dear, 151:92,068[A ]| And thy assistance all that$6#2$ loss to$9$ bear, 151:92,069[A ]| And have more cause than ever I had before, 151:92,070[A ]| To$9$ fear that$3$ I shall never see thee more. 151:94,000[' ]| 151:94,000[' ]| 151:94,001[A ]| That$3$ Nature in$4$ your frame has taken care, 151:94,002[A ]| As well your Birth as Beauty do declare, 151:94,003[A ]| Since we at once discover in$4$ your Face, 151:94,004[A ]| The lustre of your Eyes and of your Race: 151:94,005[A ]| And that$3$ your shape and fashion does attest, 151:94,006[A ]| So$5#1$ bright a form has yet a brighter guest, 151:94,007[A ]| To$4$ future times authentic fame shall bring, 151:94,008[A ]| Historians shall relate, and Poets sing. 151:94,009[A ]| But since your boundless mind upon$4$ my head, 151:94,010[A ]| Some rays of splendour is content to$9$ shed; 151:94,011[A ]| And least I suffer by$4$ the great surprise, 151:94,012[A ]| Since you submit to$9$ meet me in$4$ disguise, 151:94,013[A ]| Can lay aside what dazzles vulgar sight, 151:94,014[A ]| And to$4$ Orinda can be Policrite. 151:94,015[A ]| You must endure my vows, and find the way 151:94,016[A ]| To$9$ entertain such Rites as I can pay: 151:94,017[A ]| For$3$ so$5#2$ the power divine new praise acquires, 151:94,018[A ]| By$4$ scorning nothing that$6#1$ it once inspires: 151:94,019[A ]| I have no$2$ merits that$6#1$ your smile can win, 151:94,020[A ]| Nor offering to$9$ appease you when I sin; 151:94,021[A ]| Nor can my useless homage hope to$9$ raise, 151:94,022[A ]| When what I can not serve, I strive to$9$ praise: 151:94,023[A ]| But I can love, and love at such a pitch, 151:94,024[A ]| As I dare boast it will$1$ even you enrich: 151:94,025[A ]| For$3$ kindness is a Mine, when great and true, 151:94,026[A ]| Of nobler Ore than ever Indians knew; 151:94,027[A ]| It is all that$6#1$ mortals can on$4$ Heaven bestow, 151:94,028[A ]| And all that$6#1$ Heaven can value here below. 151:95,000[' ]| 151:95,001[A ]| Hence, Cupid! with your cheating Toys, 151:95,002[A ]| Your real Griefs, and painted Joys, 151:95,003[A ]| Your Pleasure which$6#1$ itself destroys. 151:95,004[A ]| Lovers like$4$ men in$4$ Fevers burn and rave, 151:95,005[A ]| And only what will$1$ injure them do crave. 151:95,006[A ]| Men's weakness makes Love so$5#1$ severe, 151:95,007[A ]| They give him power by$4$ their fear, 151:95,008[A ]| And make the Shackles which$6#1$ they wear. 151:95,009[A ]| Who$6#1$ to$4$ another does his heart submit, 151:95,010[A ]| Makes his own Idol, and then worships it. 151:95,011[A ]| Him whose heart is all his own, 151:95,012[A ]| Peace and liberty does crown, 151:95,013[A ]| He apprehends no$2$ killing frown. 151:95,014[A ]| He feels no$2$ raptures, which$6#1$ are joys diseased, 151:95,015[A ]| And is not much transported, but still pleased. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,001[B ]| Will$1$ you unto one single sense 151:96,002[B ]| Confine a starry influence? 151:96,003[B ]| Or when you do the rays combine, 151:96,004[B ]| To$4$ themselves only make them shine? 151:96,005[B ]| Love that$6#1$ is engrossed by$4$ one alone, 151:96,006[B ]| Is envy, not affection. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,007[A ]| No$7$, Musidorus, this would be 151:96,008[A ]| But Friendship's prodigality; 151:96,009[A ]| Union in$4$ rays does not confine, 151:96,010[A ]| But doubles lustre when they shine, 151:96,011[A ]| And souls united live above 151:96,012[A ]| Envy, as much as scattered Love. 151:96,013[A ]| Friendship (like$4$ Rivers) as it multiplies 151:96,014[A ]| In$4$ many streams, grows weaker still and dies. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,015[B ]| Rivers indeed may lose their force, 151:96,016[B ]| When they divide or break their course; 151:96,017[B ]| For$3$ they may want some hidden Spring, 151:96,018[B ]| Which$6#1$ to$4$ their streams recruits may bring: 151:96,019[B ]| But Friendship is made of purest fire, 151:96,020[B ]| Which$6#1$ burns and keeps its stock entire. 151:96,021[B ]| Love, like$4$ the Sun, may shed his beams on$4$ all, 151:96,022[B ]| And grow more great by$4$ being general. 151:96,000[' ]| 151:96,023[A ]| The purity of friendship's flame 151:96,024[A ]| Proves that$3$ from sympathy it came, 151:96,025[A ]| And that$3$ the hearts so$5#1$ close do knit, 151:96,026[A ]| They no$2$ third partner can admit; 151:96,027[A ]| Love, like$4$ the Sun, does all inspire, 151:96,028[A ]| But burns most by$4$ contracted fire. 151:96,029[A ]| Then though I honour every worthy guest, 151:96,030[A ]| Yet my Lucasia only rules my breast. 151:98,000[' ]| 151:98,001[A ]| My dear Antenor, now give over, 151:98,002[A ]| For$4$ my sake talk of graves no$2$ more; 151:98,003[A ]| Death is not in$4$ our power to$9$ gain, 151:98,004[A ]| And is both wished and feared in$4$ vain. 151:98,005[A ]| Let us be as angry as we will$1$, 151:98,006[A ]| Grief sooner may distract than kill, 151:98,007[A ]| And the unhappy often prove 151:98,008[A ]| Death is as coy a thing as Love. 151:98,009[A ]| Those whose own sword their death did give, 151:98,010[A ]| Afraid were or ashamed to$9$ Live; 151:98,011[A ]| And by$4$ an act so$5#1$ desperate, 151:98,012[A ]| Did poorly run away from fate; 151:98,013[A ]| It is braver much to$9$ out-ride the storm, 151:98,014[A ]| Endure its rage, and shun his harm; 151:98,015[A ]| Affliction nobly undergone, 151:98,016[A ]| More Greatness shows than having none. 151:98,017[A ]| But yet the wheel in$4$ turning round, 151:98,018[A ]| At last may lift us from the ground, 151:98,019[A ]| And when our fortune is most severe, 151:98,020[A ]| The less we have, the less we fear. 151:98,021[A ]| And why should we that$6#2$ grief permit, 151:98,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ can nor mend nor shorten it? 151:98,023[A ]| Let us wait for$4$ a succeeding good, 151:98,024[A ]| Woes have their Ebb as well as flood: 151:98,025[A ]| And since the Parliament have rescued you, 151:98,026[A ]| Believe that$3$ Providence will$1$ do so$5#2$ too. 151:99,000[' ]| 151:99,000[' ]| 151:99,001[B ]| My Master Neptune took such pains of late 151:99,002[B ]| To$9$ quiet the Commotions of his state, 151:99,003[B ]| That$3$ he might give, through his fierce winds and Seas, 151:99,004[B ]| Safe passage to$4$ the Royal Portugueze, 151:99,005[B ]| That$3$ he ever since at home has kept, 151:99,006[B ]| And in$4$ his Crystal palace slept, 151:99,007[B ]| Till a swift wind told him today, 151:99,008[B ]| A stranger was to$9$ pass this way, 151:99,009[B ]| Whom he hath sent me out to$9$ view, 151:99,010[B ]| And I must tell him, Madam, it is you. 151:99,011[B ]| He knows you by$4$ an Honourable fame: 151:99,012[B ]| Who$6#2$ hath not heard Lucasia's worthy name? 151:99,013[B ]| But should he see you too, I doubt he will$1$ 151:99,014[B ]| Grow amorous, and here detain you still: 151:99,015[B ]| I know his humor very well, 151:99,016[B ]| So$5#2$ best can the event foretell, 151:99,017[B ]| But wishing you better success, 151:99,018[B ]| And that$3$ my Master's guilt be less, 151:99,019[B ]| I will$1$ say nothing of your form, 151:99,020[B ]| Till you are past the danger of a storm. 151:99,021[B ]| Fear nothing else, for$4$ eyes so$5#1$ sweet as these, 151:99,022[B ]| No$2$ power that$6#1$ is Sea-born can displease; 151:99,023[B ]| You are much more than Nymph or Goddess bright; 151:99,024[B ]| I saw them all at supper the other Night: 151:99,025[B ]| They with far less attraction draw, 151:99,026[B ]| They give us Love, you give us Law, 151:99,027[B ]| Your Charms the winds and seas will$1$ move, 151:99,028[B ]| But it is to$9$ wonder, not to$9$ Love. 151:99,029[B ]| Your only danger is, lest they 151:99,030[B ]| Stiff with amazement should becalm your way. 151:99,031[B ]| But should they all want breath to$9$ make a gale, 151:99,032[B ]| What is sent in$4$ prayers for$4$ you will$1$ fill your sail; 151:99,033[B ]| What brought you hither will$1$ your way secure, 151:99,034[B ]| Courage and kindness can no$2$ slip endure; 151:99,035[B ]| The winds will$1$ do as much for$4$ you. 151:99,036[B ]| Yet since our birth the English Ocean boasts, 151:99,037[B ]| We hope sometimes to$9$ see you on$4$ these Coasts, 151:99,038[B ]| And we will$1$ order for$4$ you as you pass, 151:99,039[B ]| Winds soft as Lovers' vows, waves smooth as glass. 151:99,040[B ]| Each Deity shall you befriend, 151:99,041[B ]| And all the Sea-Nymphs shall attend; 151:99,042[B ]| But if because a Ship is too straight, 151:99,043[B ]| Or else unworthy such a freight, 151:99,044[B ]| A Coach more useful would appear 151:99,045[B ]| That$6#2$ and six Danish Steeds you know are here. 152:02,000[' ]| 152:02,001[A ]| Ah, lovely Celimena! why 152:02,002[A ]| Are you so$5#1$ full of charms, 152:02,003[A ]| That$3$ neither Sex can from them fly, 152:02,004[A ]| Nor take against them arms? 152:02,005[A ]| Others in$4$ time may gain a part, 152:02,006[A ]| But you at once snatch all the heart. 152:02,007[A ]| Dear Tyrant, why will$1$ you subdue 152:02,008[A ]| Orinda's trivial heart, 152:02,009[A ]| Which$6#1$ can no$2$ triumph add to$4$ you, 152:02,010[A ]| Not meriting your dart? 152:02,011[A ]| And sure you will$1$ not grant it one, 152:02,012[A ]| If not for$4$ my sake, for$4$ your own. 152:02,013[A ]| For$3$ it has been by$4$ tenderness 152:02,014[A ]| Already so$5#1$ much bruised, 152:02,015[A ]| That$3$ at your Altars I may guess 152:02,016[A ]| It will$1$ be but refused. 152:02,017[A ]| For$3$ never Deity did prize 152:02,018[A ]| A torn and maimed Sacrifice. 152:02,019[A ]| But oh! what madness can or dare 152:02,020[A ]| Dispute this noble chain, 152:02,021[A ]| Which$6#1$ it is a greater thing to$9$ wear, 152:02,022[A ]| Than Empires to$9$ obtain? 152:02,023[A ]| To$9$ be your slave I more design, 152:02,024[A ]| Than to$9$ have all the world be mine. 152:02,025[A ]| Those glorious Fetters will$1$ create 152:02,026[A ]| A merit fit for$4$ them, 152:02,027[A ]| Repair the breaches made by$4$ Fate, 152:02,028[A ]| And whom they own redeem. 152:02,029[A ]| What thus ennobles and thus cures, 152:02,030[A ]| Can be no$2$ influence but yours. 152:02,031[A ]| Pardon the Ambition of my aim, 152:02,032[A ]| Who$6#1$ love you at that$6#2$ rate, 152:02,033[A ]| That$3$ story can not boast a flame 152:02,034[A ]| So$5#1$ lasting and so$5#1$ great. 152:02,035[A ]| I can be only kind and true, 152:02,036[A ]| But what else can be worthy you? 152:03,000[' ]| 152:03,000[' ]| 152:03,000[' ]| 152:03,001[A ]| Though you (Great Sir) be Heaven's immediate Care, 152:03,002[A ]| Who$6#1$ showed your Danger, and then broke the Snare; 152:03,003[A ]| And our first Gratitude to$4$ that$6#2$ be due, 152:03,004[A ]| Yet there is much that$6#1$ must be paid to$4$ you: 152:03,005[A ]| For$3$ it is your Prudence Ireland's Peace secures, 152:03,006[A ]| Gives her her safety, and (what is dearer) yours. 152:03,007[A ]| Less honour from a Battle won is got, 152:03,008[A ]| Than to$9$ repel so$5#1$ desperate a Plot; 152:03,009[A ]| Fortune with Courage oft plays booty there, 152:03,010[A ]| But single Virtue is Triumphant here; 152:03,011[A ]| Whilst your prevailing Genius does dispense, 152:03,012[A ]| At once its conduct and its Influence; 152:03,013[A ]| In$4$ vain the bold ungratefull Rebels aim 152:03,014[A ]| To$9$ overturn, when you support the Frame. 152:03,015[A ]| You, who$6#1$ three Potent Kingdoms late have seen 152:03,016[A ]| Tremble with fury, and yet steadfast been; 152:03,017[A ]| Who$6#1$ on$4$ afflicted Majesty could wait, 152:03,018[A ]| When it was seemingly forsook by$4$ Fate; 152:03,019[A ]| Whose settled Loyalty no$2$ Storm dismayed, 152:03,020[A ]| Nor the more flattering Mischiefs could dissuade; 152:03,021[A ]| And having escaped so$5#1$ dangerous a Coast, 152:03,022[A ]| Could you now fall, expiring Treason's boast? 152:03,023[A ]| Or was it hoped by$4$ this contemned Crew, 152:03,024[A ]| That$3$ you could Fortune and not them subdue? 152:03,025[A ]| But whilst these Wretches at this impious rate, 152:03,026[A ]| Will$1$ buy the Knowledge of your Mighty Fate; 152:03,027[A ]| Annals and Fame to$4$ all the world shall tell, 152:03,028[A ]| You suffered bravely, and you rule as well. 152:03,029[A ]| You shall secure your King's entrusted Crown, 152:03,030[A ]| Assisted by$4$ his Fortune, and your Own; 152:03,031[A ]| And whilst his Sword Kingdoms abroad bestows, 152:03,032[A ]| You, with the next renown, shall this dispose. 152:04,000[' ]| 152:04,000[' ]| 152:04,001[A ]| Great Pompey's Fame from Egypt made escape, 152:04,002[A ]| And flies to$4$ you for$4$ succour in$4$ this shape: 152:04,003[A ]| A shape, which$6#1$, I assured him, would appear, 152:04,004[A ]| Nor fit for$4$ you to$9$ see, nor him to$9$ wear. 152:04,005[A ]| Yet he says, Madam, he is resolved to$9$ come, 152:04,006[A ]| And run a hazard of a second doom: 152:04,007[A ]| But still he hopes to$9$ bribe you, by$4$ that$6#2$ trust 152:04,008[A ]| You may be kind, but can not be unjust; 152:04,009[A ]| Each of whose favours will$1$ delight him more 152:04,010[A ]| Than all the Laurels that$6#1$ his temples wore: 152:04,011[A ]| Yet if his Name and his misfortunes fall, 152:04,012[A ]| He thinks my intercession will$1$ prevail; 152:04,013[A ]| And whilst my Numbers would relate his end, 152:04,014[A ]| Not like$4$ a Judge you will$1$ listen, but a friend; 152:04,015[A ]| For$3$ how can either of us fear your frown, 152:04,016[A ]| Since he and I are both so$5#1$ much your own. 152:04,017[A ]| But when you wonder at my bold design, 152:04,018[A ]| Remember who$6#1$ did that$6#2$ high task enjoin; 152:04,019[A ]| The illustrious Orrery, whose least command, 152:04,020[A ]| You would more wonder if I could withstand: 152:04,021[A ]| Of him I can not which$6#1$ is hardest tell, 152:04,022[A ]| Or not to$9$ praise him, or to$9$ praise him well; 152:04,023[A ]| Who$6#1$ on$4$ that$6#2$ height from whence true glory came, 152:04,024[A ]| Does there possess and thence distribute fame; 152:04,025[A ]| Where all their Lyres the willing Muses bring, 152:04,026[A ]| To$9$ learn of him whatever they shall sing; 152:04,027[A ]| Since all must yield, whilst there are Books or Men, 152:04,028[A ]| The Universal Empire to$4$ his Pen; 152:04,029[A ]| Oh! had that$6#2$ powerful genius but inspired 152:04,030[A ]| The feeble hand, whose service he required, 152:04,031[A ]| It had your justice then, not mercy prayed, 152:04,032[A ]| Had pleased you more, and better him obeyed. 152:06,000[' ]| 152:06,001[A ]| Observe the weary birds before night be done, 152:06,002[A ]| How they would fain call up$5$ the tardy Sun, 152:06,003[A ]| With Feathers hung with dew, 152:06,004[A ]| And trembling voices too, 152:06,005[A ]| They court their glorious Planet to$9$ appear, 152:06,006[A ]| That$3$ they may find recruits of spirits there. 152:06,007[A ]| The drooping Flowers hang their heads, 152:06,008[A ]| And languish down into their beds: 152:06,009[A ]| While Brooks more bold and fierce than they, 152:06,010[A ]| Wanting those beams, from whence 152:06,011[A ]| All things drink influence, 152:06,012[A ]| Openly murmur, and demand the day. 152:06,013[A ]| Thou, my Lucasia, art far more to$4$ me, 152:06,014[A ]| Than he to$4$ all the under-world can be; 152:06,015[A ]| From thee I have heat and light, 152:06,016[A ]| Thy absence makes my night. 152:06,017[A ]| But ah! my Friend, it now grows very long, 152:06,018[A ]| The sadness weighty, and the darkness strong: 152:06,019[A ]| My tears (its dew) dwell on$4$ my cheeks, 152:06,020[A ]| And still my heart thy dawning seeks, 152:06,021[A ]| And to$4$ thee mournfully it cries, 152:06,022[A ]| That$3$ if too long I wait, 152:06,023[A ]| Even thou mayst come too late, 152:06,024[A ]| And not restore my life, but close my eyes. 152:07,000[' ]| 152:07,001[A ]| Forbear, fond heart (say I), torment no$2$ more 152:07,002[A ]| That$6#2$ Celimena whom thou dost adore; 152:07,003[A ]| For$3$ since so$5#1$ many of her Chains are proud, 152:07,004[A ]| How canst thou be distinguished in$4$ the crowd? 152:07,005[A ]| But say, bold trifler, what dost thou pretend? 152:07,006[A ]| Wouldst thou depose thy Saint into thy Friend? 152:07,007[A ]| Equality in$4$ friendship is required, 152:07,008[A ]| Which$6#1$ here were criminal to$9$ be desired. 152:08,000[' ]| 152:08,000[' ]| 152:08,001[A ]| Forbear bold Youth, all is Heaven here, 152:08,002[A ]| And what you do aver, 152:08,003[A ]| To$4$ others Courtship may appear, 152:08,004[A ]| It is Sacrilege to$4$ her. 152:08,005[A ]| She is a public Deity, 152:08,006[A ]| And were it not very odd 152:08,007[A ]| She should depose herself to$9$ be 152:08,008[A ]| A petty Household God? 152:08,009[A ]| First make the Sun in$4$ private shine, 152:08,010[A ]| And bid the World adieu, 152:08,011[A ]| That$3$ so$5#2$ he may his beams confine 152:08,012[A ]| In$4$ compliment to$4$ you. 152:08,013[A ]| But if of that$6#2$ you do despair, 152:08,014[A ]| Think how you did amiss, 152:08,015[A ]| To$9$ strive to$9$ fix her beams which$6#1$ are 152:08,016[A ]| More bright and large than this. 152:10,000[' ]| 152:10,001[A ]| To$4$ the officious Marble we commit 152:10,002[A ]| A Name, above the art of time or wit; 152:10,003[A ]| It is righteous, Valiant Scipio, whose life we 152:10,004[A ]| Found the best Sermon, and best History: 152:10,005[A ]| Whose Courage was no$2$ Aguish, brutish heat, 152:10,006[A ]| But such as spoke him good, as well as great; 152:10,007[A ]| Which$6#1$ first Engaged his Arms to$9$ prop the State 152:10,008[A ]| Of the almost undone Palatinate, 152:10,009[A ]| And help the Nether-Lands to$9$ stem the tide 152:10,010[A ]| Of Rome's ambition, and the Austrian Pride; 152:10,011[A ]| Which$6#1$ shall in$4$ every History be famed, 152:10,012[A ]| Wherein Breda or Frankendale are named. 152:10,013[A ]| And when forced by$4$ his Country's angry Stars 152:10,014[A ]| To$9$ be a Party in$4$ her Civil Wars, 152:10,015[A ]| He so$5#1$ much conduct by$4$ his Valour taught, 152:10,016[A ]| So$5#1$ wisely governed, and so$5#1$ bravely Fought, 152:10,017[A ]| That$3$ the English Annals shall this Record bear: 152:10,018[A ]| None better could direct, or further dare. 152:10,019[A ]| Formed both for$4$ War and Peace, was brave in$4$ fight, 152:10,020[A ]| And in$4$ Debate judicious and upright: 152:10,021[A ]| Religion was his first and highest care, 152:10,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ ruled his Heart in$4$ Peace, his Hand in$4$ War: 152:10,023[A ]| Which$6#1$ at the least Sin made him tremble still, 152:10,024[A ]| And rather stand a Breach, than act an Ill; 152:10,025[A ]| For$3$ his great Heart did such a temper show, 152:10,026[A ]| Stout as a Rock, yet soft as melting Snow. 152:10,027[A ]| In$4$ him so$5#1$ prudent, and yet so$5#1$ sincere, 152:10,028[A ]| The Serpent much, the Dove did more appear: 152:10,029[A ]| He was above the little arts of state, 152:10,030[A ]| And scorned to$9$ sell his peace to$9$ mend his Fate; 152:10,031[A ]| Anxious of nothing, but an inward spot, 152:10,032[A ]| His hand was open, but his Conscience not; 152:10,033[A ]| Just to$4$ his word, to$4$ all Religions kind, 152:10,034[A ]| In$4$ duty strict, in$4$ Bounty unconfined; 152:10,035[A ]| And yet so$5#1$ modest; it was to$4$ him less pain 152:10,036[A ]| To$9$ do great things, than hear them told again. 152:10,037[A ]| Perform, sad Stone, thy honourable trust, 152:10,038[A ]| Unto his memory and thyself be just; 152:10,039[A ]| For$3$ his immortal name shall thee befriend, 152:10,040[A ]| And pay thee back more fame than thou canst lend. 152:11,000[' ]| 152:11,000[' ]| 152:11,001[A ]| If noble things can noble thoughts infuse, 152:11,002[A ]| Your Art might even in$4$ me create a Muse, 152:11,003[A ]| And what you did inspire, you would Excuse. 152:11,004[A ]| But if it such a Miracle could do, 152:11,005[A ]| That$6#2$ Muse would not return you half your due, 152:11,006[A ]| Since it would my thanks, but not the praise pursue. 152:11,007[A ]| To$9$ praise your Art is then itself more hard, 152:11,008[A ]| Nor would it the Endeavour much regard, 152:11,009[A ]| Since it and Virtue are their own reward. 152:11,010[A ]| A Pencil from an Angel newly caught, 152:11,011[A ]| And Colours in$4$ the Morning's bosom sought, 152:11,012[A ]| Would make no$2$ picture, if by$4$ you not wrought. 152:11,013[A ]| But done by$4$ you it does no$2$ more admit 152:11,014[A ]| Of an Encomium from the highest Wit, 152:11,015[A ]| Than that$3$ another hand should equal it. 152:11,016[A ]| Yet whilst you with creating power vie, 152:11,017[A ]| Command the very spirit of the Eye, 152:11,018[A ]| And then reward it with Eternity: 152:11,019[A ]| Whilst your each touch does Life and Air convey, 152:11,020[A ]| Fetch the Soul out, like$4$ overcoming Day, 152:11,021[A ]| And I my friend repeated here Survey: 152:11,022[A ]| I by$4$ a Passive way may do you right, 152:11,023[A ]| Wearing in$4$ that$6#2$ what none could ever indite, 152:11,024[A ]| Your Panegyric, and my own delight. 152:12,000[' ]| 152:12,001[A ]| Whoever thinks that$3$ joys below 152:12,002[A ]| Can lasting be and great, 152:12,003[A ]| Let him behold this parting blow, 152:12,004[A ]| And cure his own deceit. 152:12,005[A ]| Alas! how soon are pleasures done, 152:12,006[A ]| Where Fortune has a Power! 152:12,007[A ]| How like$5$ to$4$ the declining Sun, 152:12,008[A ]| Or to$4$ the Withered Flower! 152:12,009[A ]| A thousand unconcerned Eyes 152:12,010[A ]| She will$1$ suffer us to$9$ see, 152:12,011[A ]| But of those we chiefly prize, 152:12,012[A ]| We must deprived be. 152:12,013[A ]| But we may conquer if we will$1$, 152:12,014[A ]| The wanton Tyrant teach, 152:12,015[A ]| That$3$ we have something left us still, 152:12,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ grows not in$4$ her reach. 152:12,017[A ]| The unseen string which$6#1$ fastens hearts, 152:12,018[A ]| Nor time nor chance ever tied, 152:12,019[A ]| Nor can it be in$4$ either's arts 152:12,020[A ]| Their unions to$9$ divide. 152:12,021[A ]| Where sympathy does Love convey, 152:12,022[A ]| It braves all other Powers, 152:12,023[A ]| Lucasia and Rosania, say, 152:12,024[A ]| Has it not formed ours? 152:12,025[A ]| If forty weeks converse has not 152:12,026[A ]| Been able yet to$9$ tie 152:12,027[A ]| Yours Souls in$4$ that$6#2$ Mysterious Knot, 152:12,028[A ]| How wretched then am I. 152:12,029[A ]| But if I read in$4$ either's Mind, 152:12,030[A ]| As sure I hope I do, 152:12,031[A ]| That$3$ each to$4$ other is combined, 152:12,032[A ]| Absence will$1$ make it true. 152:12,033[A ]| No$2$ accident will$1$ ever surprise, 152:12,034[A ]| Or make your kindness start; 152:12,035[A ]| Although you lose each other's Eyes, 152:12,036[A ]| You will$1$ faster keep the Heart. 152:12,037[A ]| Letters as kind as Turtle-Doves, 152:12,038[A ]| And undisguised as thought, 152:12,039[A ]| Will$1$ entertain those fervent Loves 152:12,040[A ]| Which$6#1$ have each other bought. 152:12,041[A ]| Till Fortune, vexed with the sight 152:12,042[A ]| Of Faith so$5#1$ free from stain, 152:12,043[A ]| Shall then grow weary of her spite, 152:12,044[A ]| And let you meet again. 152:12,045[A ]| Wherein may you that$6#2$ Rapture find, 152:12,046[A ]| That$6#1$ sister Cherals have, 152:12,047[A ]| When I am in$4$ my Rocks confined, 152:12,048[A ]| Or sealed up$5$ in$4$ my Grave. 152:14,000[' ]| 152:14,001[A ]| While you the double joy obtain 152:14,002[A ]| Of what you give, and what you gain: 152:14,003[A ]| Friendship, who$6#1$ owes you so$5#1$ much Fame, 152:14,004[A ]| Commands my Tribute to$4$ your Name. 152:14,005[A ]| Friendship that$6#1$ was almost forlorn, 152:14,006[A ]| Sunk under every Critic's scorn; 152:14,007[A ]| But that$3$ your genius her protects, 152:14,008[A ]| Had fled the World, at least the Sex. 152:14,009[A ]| You have restored them and us, 152:14,010[A ]| Whence both are happy; Caesar thus 152:14,011[A ]| Owed Rome the glories of his Reign, 152:14,012[A ]| And Rome owed him as much again. 152:14,013[A ]| You in$4$ your friend those joys have found 152:14,014[A ]| Which$6#1$ all Relations can propound; 152:14,015[A ]| What Nature does among them disperse, 152:14,016[A ]| You multiply in$4$ her Converse. 152:14,017[A ]| You her Enjoyment have pursued 152:14,018[A ]| In$4$ Company, and Solitude; 152:14,019[A ]| And wheresoever she will$1$ retire, 152:14,020[A ]| There is the Diversion you desire. 152:14,021[A ]| Your joys by$4$ this are more immense, 152:14,022[A ]| And heat contracted grows intense; 152:14,023[A ]| And friendship to$9$ be such to$4$ you, 152:14,024[A ]| Will$1$ make these Pleasures, Honours too. 152:14,025[A ]| Be to$4$ each other that$6#2$ Content, 152:14,026[A ]| As to$4$ your Sex you are Ornament; 152:14,027[A ]| And may your hearts by$4$ mixture lost, 152:14,028[A ]| Be still each others Bliss and Boast, 152:14,029[A ]| Impossible your Parting be 152:14,030[A ]| As that$3$ you ever should disagree; 152:14,031[A ]| And then even Death your friend will$1$ prove, 152:14,032[A ]| And both at once (though late) remove. 152:14,033[A ]| But that$3$ you may severely live, 152:14,034[A ]| You must the offending World forgive, 152:14,035[A ]| And to$9$ employ your Charity, 152:14,036[A ]| You have an Object now in$4$ me. 152:14,037[A ]| My Pen, so$5#1$ much for$4$ you unfit, 152:14,038[A ]| Presents my Heart, though not my Wit; 152:14,039[A ]| Which$6#1$ Heart admires what you express, 152:14,040[A ]| More than what Monarchs do possess. 152:14,041[A ]| Fear not infection from my Fate, 152:14,042[A ]| Though I must be unfortunate, 152:14,043[A ]| For$3$ having paid my Vows due, I 152:14,044[A ]| Shall soon withdraw, wither and die. 152:15,000[' ]| 152:15,000[' ]| 152:15,001[A ]| To$4$ you, who$6#1$, in$4$ yourselves, do comprehend 152:15,002[A ]| All you can wish, and all we can commend; 152:15,003[A ]| Whom worth does guide, and destiny obey, 152:15,004[A ]| What Offerings can the useless Muses pay? 152:15,005[A ]| Each must at once suspend her charming Lyre, 152:15,006[A ]| Till she hath learnt from you what to$9$ inspire: 152:15,007[A ]| Well may they wonder to$9$ observe a Knot, 152:15,008[A ]| So$5#1$ curiously by$4$ Love and Fortune wrought, 152:15,009[A ]| To$4$ which$6#1$ propitious Heaven did decree, 152:15,010[A ]| All things on$4$ earth should tributary be; 152:15,011[A ]| By$4$ gentle, sure, but unperceived degrees, 152:15,012[A ]| As the Sun's motion, or the growth of Trees, 152:15,013[A ]| Does Providence our wills to$4$ hers incline, 152:15,014[A ]| And makes all accidents serve her design: 152:15,015[A ]| Her Pencil (Sir) within your breast did draw 152:15,016[A ]| The Picture of a Face you never saw, 152:15,017[A ]| With touches, which$6#1$ so$5#1$ sweet were and so$5#1$ true, 152:15,018[A ]| By$4$ them alone the original you knew; 152:15,019[A ]| And at that$6#2$ sight with satisfaction yield 152:15,020[A ]| Your freedom, which$6#1$ till then maintained the field. 152:15,021[A ]| It was by$4$ the same mysterious power too, 152:15,022[A ]| That$3$ she has been so$5#1$ long reserved for$4$ you; 152:15,023[A ]| Whose noble passion, with submissive art, 152:15,024[A ]| Disarmed her scruples, and subdued her heart. 152:15,025[A ]| And now that$3$ at the last your Souls are tied, 152:15,026[A ]| Whom floods nor difficulties could divide, 152:15,027[A ]| Even you that$6#2$ beauteous Union may admire, 152:15,028[A ]| Which$6#1$ was at once Heaven's care, and your desire. 152:15,029[A ]| You are so$5#1$ happy in$4$ each other's love, 152:15,030[A ]| And in$4$ assured protection from above, 152:15,031[A ]| That$3$ we no$2$ wish can add unto your bliss, 152:15,032[A ]| But that$3$ it should continue as it is. 152:15,033[A ]| O! may it so$5#2$, and may the wheel of Fate, 152:15,034[A ]| In$4$ you no$2$ more change than she feels, create; 152:15,035[A ]| And may you still your happinesses find, 152:15,036[A ]| Not on$4$ your Fortune growing, but your mind, 152:15,037[A ]| Whereby the shafts of Chance as vain will$1$ prove, 152:15,038[A ]| As all things else did that$6#1$ opposed your Love. 152:15,039[A ]| Be kind and happy to$4$ that$6#2$ great degree, 152:15,040[A ]| As may instruct latest Posterity, 152:15,041[A ]| From so$5#1$ revered a President to$9$ frame 152:15,042[A ]| Rules to$4$ their duty, to$4$ their wishes aim. 152:15,043[A ]| May the vast Sea for$4$ your sake quit his pride, 152:15,044[A ]| And grow so$5#1$ smooth, while on$4$ his breast you ride, 152:15,045[A ]| As may not only bring you to$4$ your Port, 152:15,046[A ]| But show how all things do your virtues court. 152:15,047[A ]| May every object give you new delight, 152:15,048[A ]| May Time forget his Scythe, and Fate his Spite; 152:15,049[A ]| And may you never other sorrow know, 152:15,050[A ]| But what your pity feels for$4$ other's woe; 152:15,051[A ]| May your compassion be like$4$ that$6#2$ Divine, 152:15,052[A ]| Which$6#1$ relieves all on$4$ whom it does but shine, 152:15,053[A ]| Whilst you produce a Race that$6#1$ may inherit 152:15,054[A ]| All your great stock of Beauty, Fame, and Merit. 152:16,000[' ]| 152:16,000[' ]| <1664> 152:16,001[A ]| That$6#2$ private shade, wherein my Muse was bred, 152:16,002[A ]| She always hoped might hide her humble head; 152:16,003[A ]| Believing the retirement she had chose, 152:16,004[A ]| Might yield her, if not pardon, yet repose; 152:16,005[A ]| Nor other repetitions did expect, 152:16,006[A ]| Than what our Echoes from the Rocks reflect. 152:16,007[A ]| But hurried from her Cave with wild affright, 152:16,008[A ]| And dragged maliciously into the Light; 152:16,009[A ]| (Which$6#1$ makes her like$4$ the Hebrew Virgin mourn, 152:16,010[A ]| When from her face her veil was rudely torn.) 152:16,011[A ]| To$4$ you (my Lord) she now for$4$ succour calls, 152:16,012[A ]| And at your feet, with just confusion falls. 152:16,013[A ]| But she will$1$ thank the Wrong deserved her Hate, 152:16,014[A ]| If it procure her that$6#2$ Auspicious Fate, 152:16,015[A ]| That$3$ the same wing may over her be cast, 152:16,016[A ]| Where the best Church of all the World is placed, 152:16,017[A ]| And under which$6#1$ when she is once retired, 152:16,018[A ]| She really may come to$9$ be inspired; 152:16,019[A ]| And by$4$ the Wonders which$6#1$ she there shall view, 152:16,020[A ]| May raise herself to$4$ such a Theme as you, 152:16,021[A ]| Who$6#1$ were preserved to$9$ Govern and Restore 152:16,022[A ]| That$6#2$ Church whose Confessor you were before; 152:16,023[A ]| And show by$4$ your unwearied present Care, 152:16,024[A ]| Your sufferings are not ended, though hers are: 152:16,025[A ]| For$3$ whilst your Crosier her defence secures, 152:16,026[A ]| You purchase her Rest with the Loss of yours; 152:16,027[A ]| And Heaven who$6#1$ first refined your worth, and then 152:16,028[A ]| Gave it so$5#1$ large and eminent a Scene, 152:16,029[A ]| Hath paid you what was many ways your due, 152:16,030[A ]| And done itself a greater right than you. 152:16,031[A ]| For$3$ after such a rough and tedious Storm 152:16,032[A ]| Had torn the Church, and done her so$5#1$ much harm; 152:16,033[A ]| And (though at length rebuked, yet) left behind 152:16,034[A ]| Such angry relics, in$4$ the Wave and Wind; 152:16,035[A ]| No$2$ Pilot could, whose skill or Faith were less, 152:16,036[A ]| Manage the shattered Vessel with success. 152:16,037[A ]| The Piety of the Apostles' Times, 152:16,038[A ]| And Courage to$9$ resist this Age's Crimes, 152:16,039[A ]| Majestic sweetness, tempered and refined, 152:16,040[A ]| In$4$ a Polite and Comprehensive Mind, 152:16,041[A ]| Were all required Her Ruins to$9$ repair, 152:16,042[A ]| And all united in$4$ her Primate are. 152:16,043[A ]| In$4$ your Aspect, so$5#1$ Candid and Serene, 152:16,044[A ]| The Conscience of such Virtue may be seen, 152:16,045[A ]| As from the sullen Schismatic gains consent 152:16,046[A ]| A Church-man may be Great and Innocent. 152:16,047[A ]| This shall those Men reproach, if not Reduce, 152:16,048[A ]| And take away their fault, or their excuse, 152:16,049[A ]| Whilst in$4$ your Life and Government appear 152:16,050[A ]| All that$6#1$ the Pious wish, and Factious fear. 152:16,051[A ]| Since the prevailing Cross her Ensigns spread, 152:16,052[A ]| And Pagan Gods from Christian Bishops fled, 152:16,053[A ]| Time's curious Eye, till now, hath never spied 152:16,054[A ]| The Church's Helm so$5#1$ happily supplied: 152:16,055[A ]| Merit and Providence so$5#1$ fitly met, 152:16,056[A ]| The Worthiest Prelate in$4$ the highest Seat. 152:16,057[A ]| If Noble things can Noble Thoughts infuse, 152:16,058[A ]| Your Life (my Lord) may, even in$4$ me, produce 152:16,059[A ]| Such Raptures, that$3$, of their Rich Fury Proud, 152:16,060[A ]| I may, perhaps, dare to$9$ repeat aloud; 152:16,061[A ]| Assured, the World that$6#2$ Ardour will$1$ excuse, 152:16,062[A ]| Applaud the subject, and forgive the Muse. 152:18,000[' ]| 152:18,001[A ]| Since affairs of the State are already decreed, 152:18,002[A ]| Make room for$4$ Affairs of the Court; 152:18,003[A ]| Employment and Pleasure each other succeed, 152:18,004[A ]| Because they each other support. 152:18,005[A ]| Were Princes confined 152:18,006[A ]| From slackening their Mind, 152:18,007[A ]| When by$4$ Care it is ruffled and Curled, 152:18,008[A ]| A Crown would appear 152:18,009[A ]| Too heavy to$9$ wear, 152:18,010[A ]| And no$2$ Man would govern the World. 152:18,011[A ]| If the Gods themselves, who$6#1$ have power enough, 152:18,012[A ]| In$4$ diversions are various, and oft; 152:18,013[A ]| Since the business of Kings is angry and rough, 152:18,014[A ]| Their Intervals ought to$9$ be soft. 152:18,015[A ]| Were Princes confined, &c. 152:18,016[A ]| To$4$ our Monarch we owe whatsoever we enjoy: 152:18,017[A ]| And no$2$ grateful Subjects were those, 152:18,018[A ]| Who$6#1$ would not the safety, he gives them, employ 152:18,019[A ]| To$9$ contribute to$4$ his repose. 152:18,020[A ]| Were Princes confined, &c. 152:19,000[' ]| 152:19,001[A ]| See how Victorious Caesar's Pride 152:19,002[A ]| Does Neptune's Bosom sweep! 152:19,003[A ]| And with Thessalian Fortune ride 152:19,004[A ]| In$4$ Triumph over the Deep. 152:19,005[A ]| What Rival of the Gods is this 152:19,006[A ]| Who$6#2$ dares do more than they? 152:19,007[A ]| Whose Feet the Fates themselves do kiss, 152:19,008[A ]| And Sea and Land obey. 152:19,009[A ]| What can the Fortunate withstand? 152:19,010[A ]| For$3$ this resistless He, 152:19,011[A ]| Rivers of Blood brings on$4$ the Land, 152:19,012[A ]| And Bulwarks on$4$ the Sea. 152:19,013[A ]| Since Gods as well as Men submit, 152:19,014[A ]| And Caesar's favour woo, 152:19,015[A ]| Virtue herself may think it fit 152:19,016[A ]| That$3$ Egypt court him too. 152:19,017[A ]| But Pompey's Head is a rate too dear, 152:19,018[A ]| For$3$ by$4$ that$6#2$ impious price 152:19,019[A ]| The God less Noble will$1$ appear 152:19,020[A ]| Than does the Sacrifice. 152:19,021[A ]| If Justice be a thing divine, 152:19,022[A ]| The Gods should it maintain; 152:19,023[A ]| For$4$ us to$9$ attempt what they decline, 152:19,024[A ]| Would be as rash as vain. 152:19,000[A ]| 152:19,025[A ]| How desperate is our Prince's Fate? 152:19,026[A ]| What hazzard does he run? 152:19,027[A ]| He must be wicked to$9$ be great, 152:19,028[A ]| Or to$9$ be just, undone. 152:20,000[' ]| 152:20,001[A ]| From lasting and unclouded Day, 152:20,002[A ]| From Joys refined above Allay, 152:20,003[A ]| And from a spring without decay, 152:20,004[A ]| I come, by$4$ Cynthia's borrowed Beams, 152:20,005[A ]| To$9$ visit my Cornelia's Dreams, 152:20,006[A ]| And give them yet sublimer Themes. 152:20,007[A ]| Behold the Man thou Lovedst before, 152:20,008[A ]| Pure streams have washed away his Gore, 152:20,009[A ]| And Pompey now shall bleed no$2$ more. 152:20,010[A ]| By$4$ Death my Glory I resume; 152:20,011[A ]| For$3$ it would have been a harsher Doom 152:20,012[A ]| To$9$ outlive the Liberty of Rome. 152:20,013[A ]| By$4$ me her doubtful fortune tried, 152:20,014[A ]| Falling, bequeaths my Fame this Pride, 152:20,015[A ]| I for$4$ it lived, and with it Died. 152:20,016[A ]| Nor shall my Vengeance be withstood, 152:20,017[A ]| Or unattended with a Flood 152:20,018[A ]| Of Roman and Egyptian Blood. 152:20,019[A ]| Caesar himself it shall Pursue, 152:20,020[A ]| His days shall troubled be, and few, 152:20,021[A ]| And he shall fall by$4$ Treason too. 152:20,022[A ]| He, by$4$ severity Divine, 152:20,023[A ]| Shall be an offering at my Shrine; 152:20,024[A ]| As I was his, he must be mine. 152:20,025[A ]| Thy stormy Life regret no$2$ more, 152:20,026[A ]| For$3$ Fate shall waft thee soon ashore, 152:20,027[A ]| And to$4$ thy Pompey thee restore. 152:20,028[A ]| Where, past the fears of sad removes, 152:20,029[A ]| We will$1$ entertain our spotless Loves, 152:20,030[A ]| In$4$ beauteous and Immortal Groves. 152:20,031[A ]| There none a Guilty Crown shall wear, 152:20,032[A ]| Nor Caesar be Dictator there, 152:20,033[A ]| Nor shall Cornelia shed a Tear. 152:21,000[' ]| 152:21,001[A ]| Proud Monuments of Royal Dust! 152:21,002[A ]| Do not your old Foundations shake, 152:21,003[A ]| And labour to$9$ resign their trust? 152:21,004[A ]| For$3$ sure your mighty Guests should wake, 152:21,005[A ]| Now their own Memphis lies at Stake. 152:21,006[A ]| Alas! in$4$ vain our Dangers call; 152:21,007[A ]| They care not for$4$ our Destiny, 152:21,008[A ]| Nor will$1$ they be concerned at all 152:21,009[A ]| In$4$ Egypt now, enslaved or free, 152:21,010[A ]| A Kingdom or a Province be. 152:21,011[A ]| What is become of all they did? 152:21,012[A ]| And what of all they had designed? 152:21,013[A ]| Now death the busy Scene hath hid, 152:21,014[A ]| Where but in$4$ story shall we find 152:21,015[A ]| Those great disturbers of Mankind? 152:21,016[A ]| When Men their quiet Minutes spent 152:21,017[A ]| Where Myrtles grew and Fountains purled, 152:21,018[A ]| As safe as they were Innocent: 152:21,019[A ]| What angry God among them hurled 152:21,020[A ]| Ambition, to$9$ undo the World? 152:21,021[A ]| What is the charm of being Great? 152:21,022[A ]| Which$6#1$ oft is gained and lost with Sin: 152:21,023[A ]| Or if we attain a Royal seat, 152:21,024[A ]| With Guiltless steps, what do we win, 152:21,025[A ]| If Love and Honour fight within? 152:21,026[A ]| Honour, the Brightness of the Mind! 152:21,027[A ]| And love, her noblest ecstasy: 152:21,028[A ]| That$6#2$ does ourselves, this others bind. 152:21,029[A ]| When you, great Pair, shall disagree, 152:21,030[A ]| What Casuist can the Umpire be? 152:21,031[A ]| Though Love does all the heart subdue, 152:21,032[A ]| With gentle, but resistless sway; 152:21,033[A ]| Yet Honour must that$6#2$ govern too: 152:21,034[A ]| And when thus Honour wins the Day, 152:21,035[A ]| Love overcomes the bravest way. 152:22,000[' ]| 152:22,001[A ]| Ascend a Throne, Great Queen! to$4$ you 152:22,002[A ]| By$4$ Nature, and by$4$ Fortune due; 152:22,003[A ]| And let the World adore 152:22,004[A ]| One who$6#1$ ambition could withstand, 152:22,005[A ]| Subdue revenge, and Love command, 152:22,006[A ]| On$4$ Honour's single score. 152:22,007[A ]| Ye mighty Roman shades, permit 152:22,008[A ]| That$3$ Pompey should above you sit, 152:22,009[A ]| He must be Deified. 152:22,010[A ]| For$3$ who$6#2$ like$4$ him ever fought or fell? 152:22,011[A ]| What Hero ever lived so$5#1$ well, 152:22,012[A ]| Or who$6#2$ so$5#1$ greatly died? 152:22,013[A ]| What cannot Glorious Caesar do? 152:22,014[A ]| How nobly does he fight and woo! 152:22,015[A ]| On$4$ Crowns how does he tread! 152:22,016[A ]| What mercy to$4$ the weak he shows, 152:22,017[A ]| How fierce is he to$4$ living Foes, 152:22,018[A ]| How pious to$4$ the dead! 152:22,019[A ]| Cornelia yet would challenge Tears, 152:22,020[A ]| But that$3$ the sorrow which$6#1$ she wears, 152:22,021[A ]| So$5#1$ charming is, and brave, 152:22,022[A ]| That$3$ it exalts her Honour more, 152:22,023[A ]| Than if she all the Sceptres bore, 152:22,024[A ]| Her Generous Husband gave. 152:22,000[' ]| 152:22,025[A ]| Then after all the Blood that$6#1$ is shed, 152:22,026[A ]| Let us right the living and the dead: 152:22,027[A ]| Temples to$4$ Pompey raise; 152:22,028[A ]| Set Cleopatra on$4$ the Throne; 152:22,029[A ]| Let Caesar keep the World he has won; 152:22,030[A ]| And sing Cornelia's praise. 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,000[' ]| <(who dy'd July the 11th 1657),> 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,000[' ]| 152:23,001[B ]| Preserve, thou sad and sole Trustee 152:23,002[B ]| Of my dear husband's Memory, 152:23,003[B ]| These relics of my broken heart, 152:23,004[B ]| Which$6#1$ I am forced to$9$ impart, 152:23,005[B ]| For$3$ since he so$5#1$ untimely died, 152:23,006[B ]| And living pledges was denied, 152:23,007[B ]| Since days of mourning soon are done 152:23,008[B ]| And Tears do perish as they run, 152:23,009[B ]| Nay, since my Grief at Length must die 152:23,010[B ]| (For$3$ that$6#2$ is no$2$ longer lived than I) 152:23,011[B ]| His name can live no$2$ way but one, 152:23,012[B ]| In$4$ an abiding faithful Stone. 152:23,013[B ]| Tell then the unconcerned Eyes 152:23,014[B ]| The value of thy Guest and Prize, 152:23,015[B ]| How good he was, useful, and just, 152:23,016[B ]| How kind, how faithful to$4$ his trust, 152:23,017[B ]| Which$6#1$ known, and when their sense propounds 152:23,018[B ]| How mournfully a widow sounds, 152:23,019[B ]| They may instructed go from thee, 152:23,020[B ]| To$9$ follow him, and pity me. 152:24,000[' ]| 152:24,001[A ]| He comes; whose brows though for$4$ a crown so$5#1$ fit, 152:24,002[A ]| Wonder and virtue have more crowned it. 152:24,003[A ]| So$5#1$ truly great in$4$ glory of his own, 152:24,004[A ]| While others rise, he stoops to$9$ take a crown: 152:24,005[A ]| Whose unimpaled head long since became 152:24,006[A ]| The care of heaven, and the charge of fame. 152:24,007[A ]| This ceremony dazzles vulgar eyes, 152:24,008[A ]| But he appeared more glorious to$4$ the wise 152:24,009[A ]| When he, in$4$ Worcester's fatal day secured, 152:24,010[A ]| Was crowned with safety and with clouds immured, 152:24,011[A ]| So$3$ that$3$ (as those who$6#1$ once that$6#2$ Prophet sought) 152:24,012[A ]| Not him, but blindness the pursuers caught. 152:24,013[A ]| While he by$4$ innocence and Angels Kept, 152:24,014[A ]| In$4$ the midst of all those rude alarms slept, 152:24,015[A ]| Slept in$4$ the branches of the Loyal Tree, 152:24,016[A ]| Who$6#1$ for$4$ that$6#2$ service gains eternity. 152:24,017[A ]| In$4$ Ancient times, when men did heaven revere, 152:24,018[A ]| The shady groves their Artless Temples were, 152:24,019[A ]| Which$6#1$ when some Hero had delighted in$4$, 152:24,020[A ]| By$4$ after ages they have hallowed been; 152:24,021[A ]| Our Prince, preserved from Rebellion's Stroke, 152:24,022[A ]| Did then more truly consecrate the Oak; 152:24,023[A ]| Of which$6#1$ fame shall have better things to say, 152:24,024[A ]| Than of Apollo's favorite, the Bay; 152:24,025[A ]| And Oaken Wreaths henceforth shall only crown 152:24,026[A ]| All that$6#1$ in$4$ War or peace can win renown: 152:24,027[A ]| By$4$ CHARLES made sacred and with glory blest, 152:24,028[A ]| Since Kings are Gods, and OURS of Kings the best. 152:26,000[' ]| 152:26,001[A ]| Bless us, here is a do indeed! 152:26,002[A ]| That$3$ she must so$5#1$ much Courtship need. 152:26,003[A ]| Scorn sits so$5#1$ handsome on$4$ this face, 152:26,004[A ]| With such an unaffected grace, 152:26,005[A ]| That$3$ I could wish my sex were changed to$9$ be 152:26,006[A ]| A Lover only of your cruelty. 152:26,007[A ]| Women, men say, are Fools they know, 152:26,008[A ]| But what are they that$6#1$ call us so$5#2$, 152:26,009[A ]| When their Sighs and Amorous ware, 152:26,010[A ]| But more serious Follies are. 152:26,011[A ]| What time wee spend to$9$ curl and dress our hair, 152:26,012[A ]| You spend to$9$ think us, though we are not, fair. 152:26,013[A ]| What pretty dotage call you this, 152:26,014[A ]| To$9$ weep and groan and glance and kiss; 152:26,015[A ]| Unkindness makes your Heart to$9$ break, 152:26,016[A ]| And not a word of sense to$9$ speak, 152:26,017[A ]| And court the Careless, when with far less pain, 152:26,018[A ]| Some wholesome Milkmaid would say yours again. 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,001[B ]| Why Amaranta still thus poor and vain? 152:27,002[B ]| Why this Forbidden fruit again? 152:27,003[B ]| Art thou by$4$ some strange Destiny decreed, 152:27,004[B ]| Only to$9$ Love what thou canst never need? 152:27,005[B ]| The Genius of the World must be 152:27,006[B ]| Dissolved or discomposed for$4$ Thee, 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,007[C ]| A just revenge for$4$ me on$4$ that$6#2$ cross Fate 152:27,008[C ]| That$6#1$ gave me such a State, 152:27,009[C ]| So$5#1$ contrary to$4$ all my Love and will$0$, 152:27,010[C ]| That$3$ I suppose I am but dreaming still. 152:27,011[C ]| She could not Study out a way 152:27,012[C ]| Like$4$ this my Fancy to$9$ betray. 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,013[B ]| Mistaken Judge, alas; how partial art: 152:27,014[B ]| It is thy own foolish heart 152:27,015[B ]| Creates thy mischiefs, and thy greatest skill 152:27,016[B ]| The measure of thy Torments is to$9$ fill. 152:27,017[B ]| A discomposed, wandering mind 152:27,018[B ]| In$4$ nothing can contentment find. 152:27,000[' ]| 152:27,019[C ]| But Juliana those desires that$6#1$ move 152:27,020[C ]| My heart are worth my love. 152:27,021[C ]| I own no$2$ thought whose flames I fear to$9$ show, 152:27,022[C ]| Nor have a wish that$3$ others may not know. 152:27,023[C ]| Honour, goodness, mirth and wit, 152:27,024[C ]| My Fancy and my wishes fit. 152:28,000[' ]| 152:28,000[' ]| 152:28,001[A ]| What Power is there in$4$ the conquering Eyes, 152:28,002[A ]| When such a person is their Sacrifice? 152:28,003[A ]| It is their Fate that$3$ he who$6#1$ could subdue 152:28,004[A ]| An Armed Host should conquered be by$4$ you. 152:28,005[A ]| He slights the Triumphs worn upon$4$ his brow, 152:28,007[A ]| And thanks the Fool that$6#1$ calls him Coward Now.