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 JOHN OLDHAM 431 A Quiet Soul

THY soul within such silent pomp did keep, Ab if humanity were lull'd asleep, So gentle was thy pilgrimage beneath,

Time's unheard feet scarce make less noise, Or the soft journey which a planet goes' Life seem'd all calm as its last breath. A still tranquillity so hu^h'd thy breast, As if some Halcyon were its guest, And there had built her nest, It hardly now enjoys a gi eater rest.

��MATTHEW PRIOR

The Question to Ltsetta

HAT nymph should I admire or trust, But Chloe beauteous, Chloc just?

What nymph should I desire to see,

To whom should I compose the lay,

But her who listens when I play?

To whom in song repeat my cares,

But her who in my sorrow shares?

For whom should I the garland make,

But her who joys the gift to take,

And boasts she wears it for my sake?

In love am I not fully blest?

Lisetta, prithee tell the rest.

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