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52 TO THE HONORABLE THE LADY WORSLEY AT LONG-LEATE Who had most obligingly desired my corresponding with her by Letters If from some lonely and obscure recesse The shunn'd retreat of solitary peace Lost to the World and like Ardelias seat Fitt only for the Wretch opress'd by Fate. A melancholly summons had been sent To deal in Woe and mingle discontent By sympathising Lines t'attempt relief And load each Poste with sad exchange of grief No wonder had that comon Act expressed For still Distresse wou'd Herd with the distress'd And to our Cares itt seems a short allay To fold them close and from our selves convey.
 * But that Utresia seeks to correspond

With such a dull and disproportion'd hand Empty Replies endeavours to obtain From secrett Cells and from a clouded Brain Is something so unusual (thô so kind) That scarse th' exalted motions of her mind Or charms in Hers beyond each other Tongue (Had we not heard Him speak from whom she sprung) Cou'd more amaze us then this friendly part That she whom all aspire but to divert Makes itt of All her choice to sooth a sinking heart. Utresia in her fresh and smiling bloom With Joys incompass'd and new Joys to come Who like the Sun in her Meridian shows Surrounded with the Lustre she bestows Her self dispensing by her long'd for sight To every Place she visits full delight For Beauty this Prerogative maintains