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Show I48 TO EMS. Each Deity mall you befriend, And all the Sea-Nymphs (hall attend; But if becaufe a Ship s too ftraight, Or elfe unworthy fuch a fraight, A Coach more ufeful would appear, That and fix Danifb Steeds you know are here. Orinda upon little He&or Philips. I. T W i c e forty months of Wedlock I did ftay, Then had m y Vows crown'd with a Lovely Boy, And yet in forty days he dropt away ', O fwift Viciflitude of Humane Joy ! a. I did but fee him, and he dif-appear'd, I did but pluck the Rofe-bud and it fell * A forrow unforefeen and fcarcely fear'd, For ill can Mortals their afflictions fpell. And now (fweet Babe !) what can m y trembling Heart Suggeft to right m y doleful fate or thee > Tears are m y Mufe, and forrow all m y Art, So piercing Groans muft be thy Elogy., 4- Thus whilft no Eye is witnefs of m y mone, I grieve thy lofs, (Ah Boy too dear to live !) And let the unconcerned World alone, W h o neither will, nor can refreshment give. An T 0 E M S. H9 An Oft 'ring to for thy fad T o m b I have* Too juft a tribute to thy early Herfe, Receive thefe gafping numbers to thy Grave, The laft of thy unhappy Mothers Verfe. To the Lady E. Boyl. A H lovely Celintenal why f\ Are you fo full of charms, That neither Sex can from them flie^ Nor take againft them Arms > Others in time m a y gain a part, But you at once fnatch all the heart* Dear Tyrant, why will you fubdue Orinda s trivial heart, Which can no triumph add to you, Not meriting your dart ? And fure you will not grant it one, If not for m y fake, for your own. For it has been by tendernefs Already fo much bruis'd, That at your Altars I may guefs It will be but refus'd. For never Deity did prize A torn and maimed Sacrifice. But Oh what madnefs can or dare Difpute this noble chain, Which 'tis a greater thing to wear, Than Empires to obtain ? To be your Slave I more defign, Than to have all the World be mine. Thofe glorious Fetters will create A merit fit for them, Repair |