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Show ,9o 9 0 EM S. Then cold as thofe dark beds of Snow Our hearts are at this parting blow. But Time that has both wings and feet, Our Suffering Minutes being fpent, Will Vifit us with new Content. And fure, if kindnefs be fo fweet, 'Tis harder to forget than meet. •r 6. Then though the fad adieu we fay, Yet as the wine w e hither bring, Revives, and then exalts the Spring; So let our hopes to meet allay, The fears and Sorrows of this day. ~~ 1 A Farewel to Rofania. - MY Dear Rofania, fometimes be fo kind, T o think upon the friend thou leavft behind, And wifh Thee here, to make m y joys compleat, Or elfe m e there to fhare thy bleft Retreat. But to the Heart 'which for thy Lofs doth mourn, The kindeft thought is that of quick return. To my Lady Anne Boyle, faying I looked angrily upon her. ADor'd Valeria, and can you conclude, Orinda loft in fuch Ingratitude ; And fo mif-fpell the Language of m y face, W h e n in m y heart you have fo great a Place > Ah 1 TO EMS. 13l Ah be aflur'd I could no look direct To you, not full of pafiion and refpect. Or if m y looks have play'd that treach'rous part, And fo much mif-interpreted m y heart, I fhall forgive therri that one falfhood, left Than all their folly, and their uglinefs ; And had much rather chufe they fhould appear Always unhandfome, than once unfineere. But I muft thank your errour, which procures M e fuch obliging jealoufic as yours. For at that quarrel I can ne'er repine, Which fhews your kindnefs, though it queftions mine. To your Concern I pardon your diftruft, And prize your Love, ev'n when it is unjuft. On the Welch Language. I F Honour to an ancient N a m e be due, Or Riches challenge it for one that's new, The Britifh Language claims in either fenfe, Both for its Age, and for its Opulence. But all great things muft be from us remov'd, To be with higher reverence belov d. So Landskips which in profpects diftant lye, With greater wonder draw the pleated Eye. Is not great Troy to one dark ruine hurl'd ? Once the farnd Scene of all the fighting world. Where's Athens now, to w h o m Rome Learning owes, And the fafe Lawrels that adorn'd her brows ? A ftrange reverfe of Fate fhe did endure, Never once greater, than fhe s n o w obfcure. Ev'n Rome her felf can but fome footfteps fhow Of Scipios times, or thofe of Ckeroi And as the Roman and the Grecian State, The Britifh fell, the fpoil of Time and Fate. But though the Language hath the beauty loft, Yet fhe has ftill fome great Remains to boaft. i S a For |