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If any passion of my heart,
[From " the Wish.")
Well, then; I now do plainly see
The very honey of all earthly joy
And they, methinks, deserve my pity,
Of this great hive, the city.
Ah! yet, ere I descend to th' grave,
And a few friends, and many books, both true,
And (since love ne'er will from me flee),
Only belov'd, and loving me!
How happy here should I,
She who is all the world, and can exclude
[From " the Inconstant.")
I NEVER yet could see that face,
Which had no dart for me;
They all victorious be.
Colour or shape, good limbs, or face,
Goodness, or wit, in all I find;
If all fail, yet ’tis womankind.
If tall, the name of proper slays;
If fair, she's pleasant as the light;
If black, what lover loves not night?
The fat like plenty fills my heart,
The lean with love makes me so too; If straight, her body's Cupid's dart;
To me, if crooked, 'tis his bow.
Thus with unwearied wings I flee
Through all love's gardens and his fields ; And, like the wise industrious bee,
No weed but honey to me yields.
She loves, and she confesses too;
What's this, ye gods! what can it be?
Have I o'ercome all real foes,
Noisy nothing! stalking shade!
Sure I shall rid myself of thee
MARGARITA first possess'd,
Margarita, first of all;
Martha took the Aying ball.
Martha soon did it resign
Beauteous Catharine gave place
To Eliza's conquering face.
Eliza till this hour might reign,
Fundamental laws she broke,
And cast away her yoke.
Mary then, and gentle Ann,
Alternately they sway'd :
And sometimes both I obey'd,
Another Mary then arose,
A mighty tyrant she !
Had not Rebecca set me free.