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Show •• 56 T 0 E M S. Philoclea's parting. Kinder than a condemned Man's reprieve, W a s your dear Company that bad m e live. W h e n by Rofania s filence I had been 1 he wretchedft Martyr any Age hath feen. But as when Traytors fa^nt upon the rack, Tormenters ftrive to call their Spirits back j Not out of kindnefs to preferve their breath, But to increafe the Torments of their Death: So was I raifed to this glorious ftate, T o make m y fall the more unfortunate. But this I know, none ever dy^d before Upon a fadder or a nobler fcore. - , 1 To Rofania, now Mrs. Montague, being with her. i. A S Men that are with Vifions grac'd, Muft have all other thoughts difplac'd, And buy thofe fhort defcents of Light With lofs of Senfe \ or Spirit's flight : 2. So fince thou wert m y happinefs, I could not hope the rate was lefs; And thus the Virion which I gain Is fhort t enjoy, and hard t' attain. 3- A h then! what a poor trifle's all That thing which here w e Pleafure call, «./• Since POEM S. Since what our very Souls hath coft Is hardly got and quickly loft ? Yet is there Juftice in the fate J For fhould w e dwell in bleft eftate, Our Joys thereby would fo inflame, W e fhould forget from whence w e came. If this fo fad a doom can quit M e for the follies I commit; Let no eftrangement on thy part Add a new ruine to m y heart. 6. When on my felf I do reflect, I can no fmile from thee expect: But if thy Kindnefs hath no plea, Some freedom grant for Charity^ Elfe the juft World muft needs deny Our Friendfhip an Eternity : This Love will ne'er that title hold: For mine's too hot, and thine too cold. 8. Divided Rivers lofe their name; And fo our too unequal flame Parted, will Paffion be in me, And an Indifference in thee. I |