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 COUNTESS OF WINOHILSEA ���125 ���Nor ought presented, but a heap of Bones, For which fierce Dogs contended on the Stones, With Flakes of mangled Flesh, that quiv'ring still Proclaim' d the Freshness of the suffer' d 111 ; Distained with Blood the Pavement, and the Wall, Appear' d as in that memorable Fall �Abner. Oh! just avenging Heaven! [aside. �Mathan. Sure, Dreams like these are for Prevention given. ���60 ���LA PASSION VAINCUE Done into ENGLISH ivith Liberty �On the Banks of the Severn a desperate Maid (Whom some Shepherd, neglecting his Vows, had betray'd,) Stood resolving to banish all Sense of the Pain, And pursue, thro' her Death, a Revenge on the Swain. Since the Gods, and my Passion, at once he defies; Since his Vanity lives, whilst my Character dies ; No more (did she say) will I trifle with Fate, But commit to the Waves both my Love and my Hate. And now to comply with that furious Desire, Just ready to plunge, and alone to expire, Some Reflection on Death, and its Terrors untry'd, Some Scorn for the Shepherd, some Flashings of Pride At length pull'd her back, and she cry'd, Why this Strife, Since the Swains are so Many, and I've but One Life ? ��� �