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 JOHN SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE

1649-1720

417. The Reconcilement

Come, let us now resolve at last To live and love in quiet; We'll tie the knot so very fast That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove Who free from quarrels live: 'Tis the most tender part of love Each other to forgive.

When least I seem'd concern'd, I took No pleasure nor no rest; And when I feign'd an angry look, Alas! I loved you best.

Own but the same to me—you'll find How blest will be our fate. O to be happy—to be kind— Sure never is too late!

418. On One who died discovering her Kindness

Some vex their souls with jealous pain, While others sigh for cold disdain: Love's various slaves we daily see— Yet happy all compared with me!