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Rh  But their just value. If allow' d they be, Freely, and thankfully as much I tast, As will not reason, or Religion wast. If they're deny'd, I on my selfe can Liue, And slight those aids, unequal chance does give. When in the Sun, my wings can be display'd, And in retirement, I can bless the shade.  ARDELIA TO MELANCHOLY At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease of pain, I will att last, no more do soe, Tho' I confesse, I have apply'd Sweet mirth, and musick, and have try'd - A thousand other arts beside, To drive thee from my darken'd breast, Thou, who hast banish'd all my rest. But, though sometimes, a short repreive they gave, Unable they, and far too weak, to save; All arts to quell, did but augment thy force, As rivers check'd, break with a wilder course.

Freindship, I to my heart have laid, Freindship, th' applauded sov'rain aid, And thought that charm so strong wou'd prove, As to compell thee, to remove; And to myself, I boasting said, Now I a conqu'rer sure shall be, 20 The end of all my conflicts, see, And noble tryumph, wait on me; My dusky, sullen foe, will sure N'er this united charge endure. 