- 1. To My Antenor
My dear Antenor now give o're,
For my sake talk of Graves no more;
Death is not in our power to gain,
And is both wish'd and fear'd in vain
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- 2. The World
Wee falsely think it due unto our friends,
That we should grieve for their too early ends:
He that surveys the world with serious eys,
And stripps Her from her grosse and weak disguise,
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- 3. A Retir'd Friendship
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- 4. In Memory Of That Excellent Person Mrs. Mary Lloyd Of Bodidrist In Denbigh-shire,
I CANNOT hold, for though to write were rude,
Yet to be silent were Ingratitude,
And Folly too; for if Posterity
Should never hear of such a one as thee,
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- 5. To Mr. Vaughan, Silurist On His Poems
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence
Got an antipathy to wit and sence,
And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant
'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;
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- 6. To My Excellent Lucasia, On Our Friendship
I did not live until this time
Crown'd my felicity,
When I could say without a crime,
I am not thine, but thee.
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- 7. Orinda Upon Little Hector Philips
Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay,
Then had my vows crown'd with a Lovely boy,
And yet in forty days he dropt away,
O swift Visissitude of humane joy.
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- 8. Content, To My Dearest Lucasia
Content, the false World's best disguise,
The search and faction of the Wise,
Is so abstruse and hid in night,
That, like that Fairy Red-cross Knight,
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