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You would pretend to be a Poet; Ile not disgrace the name to call thee one, But let me have rimes against we go to bed, Two Anagrams that weigh an ounce, with coment, And after that in verse your Affidavit That you do wish us joy, and I discharge you. De. Tis tyme I were at study then. Cou. Now prethe tell me who reported I Had wrong'd a Ladie? Wast not thy revenge To make me angrie? Sis.
With hopes already that are vain as Air, You've kept me from Revenge, but not Despair. I had my self acquitted, as became Erminia's wrong'd Adorer, and my Flame; My Rival I had kill'd, and set her free, Had not my Justice been disarm'd by thee.
This Ship was called the Lyon; and he attempted, more than once, to board the Victoire, but by a Shot betwixt Wind and Water, he was obliged to sheer off, and running his Guns, &c. on one Side, bring her on the careen to stop his Leak; this being done with too much Precipitation, she overset, and every Soul was lost: His Comrade seeing this Disaster, threw out all his small sails, and endeavour'd to get off, but the Victoire wrong'd her, and oblig'd her to renew the Fight, which she did with great Obstinacy, and made Monsieur Fourbin despair of carrying her if he did not board; he made Preparations accordingly.
This obliged our Men to throw over the Treasure which they had found the Day before, and had been the Cause of no small Joy. Finding she still gained upon us, we threw over our Eight Guns, which together with the Wind's slackening, was the Means of our Escape; for now we visibly wrong'd the Ship, and in less than Six Hours, lost her.
Sir Feeb. Ah Bel. Go not to Bed, I guard this sacred Place, And the Adulterer dies that enters here. Sir Feeb. Oh why do I shake? sure I'm a Man, what art thou? Bel. I am the wrong'd, the lost and murder'd Bellmour. Sir Feeb. O Lord! it is the same I saw last night Oh! hold thy dread Vengeance pity me, and hear me Oh! a Parson a Parson what shall I do Oh! where shall I hide my self? Bel.
"What means this?" said Ludlow, hastily "She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look, you restore. love her Angelo; I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue." "These are plain words; but I would rather that another priest should shrive her whom I love!" "Hist! Young blood is swift and quickly heated. Our lady of the bark will not relish hot speech, over her oracles.
She was mounted with Twenty Guns, but her great Shot did us but little Damage. The two Sloops were English, going to the Bay of Campechy with Provisions, which we wanted very much. They were taken but the Day before by the Spaniards, and tho' they endeavoured to get off, when they saw we had carried the Frigate, yet our Sloop wrong'd 'em so much, that we soon came up with, and took them.
If I have alter'd or added to the author, it was either to render those customs of the Romans that were analogous to ours, by what was more familiar to us, or to prevent a note by enlarging on others where I found 'em. The verse of both parts are mine, and I have taken a great liberty in 'em; and tho' I believe there I have not wrong'd the original, yet all will not amount to call them good.
How the race of wrong'd Alpine and murder'd Glencoe Shall shout for revenge when they pour on the foe! Ye sons of brown Dermid, who slew the wild boar, Resume the pure faith of the great Callum-More! Mac-Neil of the islands, and Moy of the Lake, For honour, for freedom, for vengeance awake!
Be you still fair, honour'd by public heed, By no encroachment wrong'd, nor time forgot; Nor blam'd for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed. And that you know, I envy you no lot Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss, Hundreds of years you STELLA'S feet may kiss. Of the foregoing, the first, the second, and the last sonnet, are my favourites.
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