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I, lockt in Gito's arms, not without tears, cry'd out, "And this we have merited of Heaven, that only death should joyn us; but even now I fear fortune will be against it; for see the waves threaten to o'erturn the vessel; and now the tempest comes to burst the lov'd bands that unite us; therefore if you really love Encolpius, let's kiss while we may, and snatch this last joy even in spite of our approaching fate."
And thou, Napoleon, if thy mighty sword Shall for thy people conquer new renown; Go Europe shall attest, thy heart preferr'd The modest olive to the laurel crown. But thee, lov'd chief, to new achievements bold The aroused spirit of the soldier calls; Speak! and Vienna cowering shall behold Our banners waving o'er her prostrate walls.
Fashion'd alike by Nature and by Art To please, engage, and interest ev'ry heart. In public life, by all who saw, approv'd; In private life, by all who knew her, lov'd.
Yet I had only seen her once, and in that once I lov'd above the World; nay, lov'd beyond my self, such vigorous Flame, so strong, so quick she darted at my Breast; it must rebound, and by Reflection, warm her self. Ah! welcome Thought, lovely deluding Fancy, hang still upon my Soul, let me but think, that once she Loves and perish my Despair.
If e'er my Mother, Sir, were dear to you, As from your Tears I guest whene'er you nam'd her; If the remembrance of those Charms remain, Whose weak resemblance you have found in me, For which you oft have said you lov'd me dearly; Dispense your mercy, and preserve this Copy, Which else must perish with th'Original. King. Why all this Conjuration, Galatea? Gal.
"The blear-eyed sorcerers of the north Their vile enchantments sung and wove, And in the night they sallied forth, A fearful, man-devouring drove. "Feasting on our own lov'd one With sanguinary jaws and tongue, The wretches sat, and gnaw'd, and kept Devouring, while their victim slept. Yho, yang, yho yang, yang yho.
Even fires of fowle rebellion, I must tell ye; The bellowes to it, Religion. You were lov'd yet But for your ends, through all the Townes, the Garrisons, To fright the union of the State, to shake it. What syns are theis? You may smile with much comfort, And they that see ye and not looke closely to ye May crye too er't be long. Bar. Your Grace has leave, Sir, And tis right good it be soe.
Methought a king Of Blackamores was in love with me, and haveing By flattering Courtship drawne me to his bed chamber, With my consent or force swore to enjoy mee. I knew not by what reasons to divert The Ravisher, but told him that I heard Thy voice, and bid him if he lov'd his life Retire, for thou wouldst deere revenge my honour. But he pursueing me, I cry'd out Murder!
Yet, God, thou knoweth I lov'd them well enow until Richard came home the last Time from Abroad, a Young Man in the Beauty of his Youth, who saw not Jessamine the poor Cozzen, but Jessamine the fair woman. He would have me sing him Ballads, he would hang Entranc'd upon the Spinet when I play'd. Now would he fetch me a flower for my hair, placing of it himself.
Oh heavens, mad to possess, you stole the unloving prize! Yes, you lov'd her, false as you are, you did; perjur'd and faithless. Lov'd her? Hell and confusion on the word; it was so Oh Philander, I am lost This letter was found torn in pieces. To Monsieur, the Count of
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