Silvia, let us from the crowd retire, For what to you and me
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Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum,
March in a slow procession from afar,
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In dire Contest the Rats and Weazles met,
And Foot to Foot, and Point to Point was set:
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Did I, my lines intend for publick view,
How many censures, wou'd their faults persue,
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As Merc'ry travell'd thro' a Wood,
(Whose Errands are more Fleet than Good)
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Proud Babylon! Thou saw'st us weep;
Euphrates, as he pass'd along,
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Good Heav'n, I thank thee, since it was design'd
I shou'd be fram'd, but of the weaker kinde,
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Mary of Modena d. 1718 {1}
Dark was the shade where only cou'd be seen
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Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,
When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
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When Poets gave their God in Crete a Birth,
Then Jupiter held Traffick with the Earth,
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A Shepherd seeking with his Lass
To shun the Heat of Day;
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Where is that World, to which the Fancy flies,
When Sleep excludes the Present from our Eyes;
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A Female, to a Drunkard marry'd,
When all her other Arts miscarry'd,
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A brazen Pot, by scouring vext,
With Beef and Pudding still perplext,
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Two long had Lov'd, and now the Nymph desir'd,
The Cloak of Wedlock, as the Case requir'd;
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This is to the crown and blessing of my life,
The much loved husband of a happy wife;
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A Thriving Merchant, who no Loss sustained,
In little time a mighty Fortune gain'd.
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Fortune well-Pictur'd on a rolling Globe,
With waving Locks, and thin transparent Robe,
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To the Almighty on his radiant Throne,
Let endless Hallelujas rise!
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Observe this Piece, which to our Sight does bring
The fittest Posture for the Swedish King;
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Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease,
We own you better form'd for Peace.
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Blest be the Man! his Memory at least,
Who found the Art, thus to unfold his Breast,
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Fair tree! for thy delightful shade
'Tis just that some return be made;
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Reputation, Love, and Death,
(The Last all Bones, the First all Breath,
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A Fond Athenian Mother brought
A Sculptor to indulge her Thought,
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Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound,
A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground;
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Silvia, let's from the Croud retire;
For, What to you and me
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A Greedy Heir long waited to fulfill,
As his Executor, a Kinsman's Will;
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A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot,
A wrangling and reproving Wife had got,
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By neer resemblance see that Bird betray'd
Who takes the well wrought Arras for a shade
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