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The hope of my poor Flock.
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John Ogilby |
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Great things to compare with Small.
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John Ogilby |
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Britany, from all the World disjoyn'd.
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John Ogilby |
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Sweet Youth, in Colour no such trust repose.
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John Ogilby |
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Thus every one pursue their own delights.
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John Ogilby |
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Now fields are green, and trees bear silver buds.
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John Ogilby |
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Ambush'd in grass, a deadly Serpent lyes.
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John Ogilby |
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Begin, sweet Babe, with smiles thy Mother know.
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John Ogilby |
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O Divine Poet, me thy Verses pleaseMore than soft slumber laid in quiet ease.
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John Ogilby |
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Arcadians both, in youth both flourishing,Both match'd to sing, to answer both prepar'd.
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John Ogilby |
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Now know I what Love is.
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John Ogilby |
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The Gods most pleasure in od numbers take.
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John Ogilby |
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But them I'm not so foolish to believe.
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John Ogilby |
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Age all things wasts.
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John Ogilby |
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Singing let's go, the way shall better please.
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John Ogilby |
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Here sweet Meads, cool Fountains be,Here Groves where I could spend my Age with thee.
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John Ogilby |
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Whence Men, a hard Race, sprung.
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Pray for wet Summers, Winters wanting Rain.
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John Ogilby |
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Various Arts by study might be wroughtUp to their height.
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John Ogilby |
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First the Gods adore.
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John Ogilby |
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Bacchus loves the Sunny hills.
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John Ogilby |
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Such strength hath Custome in each tender Soul.
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John Ogilby |
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Happy is he that hidden causes knowes.
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John Ogilby |
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Yet I a way to raise my self have found,Shall make my Name through all the World renown'd.
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John Ogilby |
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The same Love works in all.
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John Ogilby |
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But time irreparable hasts away.
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John Ogilby |
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If I may great things compare with Small.
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They say the DeityIs mix'd through Earth, the Sea, and lofty Skie.
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John Ogilby |
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Nor is there place for Death.
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John Ogilby |
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Can in Celestial minds such Passion reign?
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John Ogilby |
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So great the Task to raise the Roman State!
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John Ogilby |
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Dear Friends, for we have many Dangers past,And greater, God these too will end at last.
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John Ogilby |
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This Story mayDelightful be to tell another day.
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John Ogilby |
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Having drown'd her sparkling Eyes in tears.
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John Ogilby |
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How could my Son so highly thee incenseWhat was the wasted Trojans great offence?
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John Ogilby |
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But who art thou? that Voyce, and beauteous Face,Not Mortal is; thou art of Heavenly Race.
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John Ogilby |
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She all the Goddesses excels.
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John Ogilby |
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If Men, and Mortal Powers you not regard,Yet know, the Gods both Right and Wrong record.
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John Ogilby |
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Taught by my Woes, to succour the distrest.
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John Ogilby |
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Trojans beware, within some Mischief lyes;Be what it will, Greeks bringing Gifts I fear.
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John Ogilby |
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Fury our Judgement charms,And we conceive it brave to dye in Arms.
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John Ogilby |
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Vanquisht men's safety is to hope for none.
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John Ogilby |
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In all parts cruel Grief, in all parts Fear,And Death in various Shapes seen every where.
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John Ogilby |
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Ah! who may hope, when Heaven hath Help deni'd!
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