Silvia, let us from the crowd retire, For what to you and me
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The nymph in vain bestows her pains
That seeks to thrive where Bacchus reigns;
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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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See, Phoebus breaking from the willing skies,
See, how the soaring Lark, does with him rise,
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'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule
I am alone forbid to play the fool
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Tis true of courage I'm no mistress
No Boadicia nor Thalestriss
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When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine,
Warm without Sun, and shady without rain,
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At last, my old inveterate foe,
No opposition shalt thou know.
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Cou'd we stop the time that's flying
Or recall itt when 'tis past
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Fair tree! for thy delightful shade
'Tis just that some return be made;
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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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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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Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum,
March in a slow procession from afar,
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Sure of Success, to You I boldly write,
Whilst Love do's ev'ry tender Line endite;
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A WIT, transported with Inditing,
Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing;
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Within a Meadow, on the way,
A sordid Churl resolv'd to stay,
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How gayly is at first begun
Our Life's uncertain Race!
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Would we attain the happiest State,
That is design'd us here;
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O Man! what Inspiration was thy Guide,
Who taught thee Light and Air thus to divide;
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NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door
Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor;
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A Female Friend advis'd a Swain
(Whose Heart she wish'd at ease)
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Persuade me not, there is a Grace
Proceeds from Silvia's Voice or Lute,
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VAIN Love, why do'st thou boast of Wings,
That cannot help thee to retire!
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LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys,
Our chiefest Happiness below;
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A Female, to a Drunkard marry'd,
When all her other Arts miscarry'd,
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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 Shepherd seeking with his Lass
To shun the Heat of Day;
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Reputation, Love, and Death,
(The Last all Bones, the First all Breath,
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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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When Poets gave their God in Crete a Birth,
Then Jupiter held Traffick with the Earth,
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