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 Down from her silver chariot came, And to the shepherd own'd her flame. Thus Ca'endish, as Aurora bright, And chaster than the Queen of Night, Descended from her sphere to find A mortal of superiour kind.

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Written in Kingdom of Ireland October 1714.

IS true — then why should I repine To see my life so fast decline? But why obscurely here alone, Where I am neither lov'd nor known? My state of health none care to learn; My life is here no soul's concern: And those with whom I now converse Without a tear will tend my hearse. Remov'd from kind Arbuthnot's aid, Who knows his art, but not his trade, Preferring his regard for me Before his credit, or his fee. Some formal visits, looks, and words, What mere humanity affords, I meet perhaps from three or four, From whom I once expected more; Which those who tend the sick for pay Can act as decently as they: But no obliging tender friend To help at my approaching end. My