What beck'ning ghost, along the moon-light shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
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Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos; Sedjuvat, hoc precibus me tribuisse tuis.
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Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun&nbs
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But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd, And secret passions labour'd in her breast.
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He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart
To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part;
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Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light
Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!
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The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings
The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings,
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While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
The balanc'd world, and open all the main;
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Fain would my Muse the flow'ry Treasures sing,
And humble glories of the youthful Spring;
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While Celia's Tears make sorrow bright,
Proud Grief sits swelling in her eyes;
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Silence! coeval with Eternity;
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Tho' Artemisia talks, by fits,
Of councils, classics, fathers, wits;
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Phryne had talents for mankind,
Open she was, and unconfin'd,
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Parson, these things in thy possessing
Are better than the Bishop's blessing.
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Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
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'Tis strange, the miser should his cares employ
To gain those riches he can ne'er enjoy:
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan
The proper study of Mankind is Man.
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Two or three visits, and two or three bows,
Two or three civil things, two or three vows,
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You know where you did despise
(Tother day) my little Eyes,
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I am his Highness' dog at Kew;
Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
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I know a thing that's most uncommon;
(Envy, be silent and attend!)
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Vital spark of heav’nly flame!
Quit, O quit this mortal frame:
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In vain you boast Poetic Names of yore,
And cite those Sapho's we admire no more:
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When wise Ulysses, from his native coast
Long kept by wars, and long by tempests toss'd,
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True ease in writing comes from art, not chance,
As those move easiest who have learned to dance.
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Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most Women have no Characters at all."
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But in her Temple's last recess inclos'd,
On Dulness' lap th' Anointed head repos'd.
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But our Great Turks in wit must reign alone
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So when Curll's Stomach the strong Drench o'ercame,
(Infus'd in Vengenance of insulted Fame)
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Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
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