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 $4 Toems on feveral Occajïons.

He's our Original, by whom we fee

How much we fail, and what we ought to be.

But why do I to Copy him pretend? My Rymes but libel whom they would commend. Tis true j but none can reach what's fet fo high: And though I mifs, I've noble Company : For the moft happy Language muft confefs, It doth obfeure TaUtnon, not exprefs.

To Afrs. M. A. at Tarting.

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ÏHave examin'd, and do find. Of all that favour me, There s none I grieve to leave behind

But only only thee. To part with thee I needs muft die, Could Parting fep'rate thee anM.

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But neither Chance nor Compliment

Did element our Love j Twas facred Sympathy was lent

Us from the Quire above. That FriendQiip Fortune did create, Still fears a Wound from Time or Fate.

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