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 398 Antie B radjl reef s Works.

But lanches on that fhore, there for to dye,

Where fhe her captive husband doth efpy.

Mine being gone, I lead a joylefs life,

I have a lo\ing phere, yet feem no wife:

But worll; of all, to him can't iteer my courfe,

I here, he there, alas, both kept by force:

Return my Dear, my joy, m}^ only Love,

Unto thy Hinde, thy Mullet and thy Dove,

Who neither joyes in palture, houfe nor Itreams,

The fubftance gone, O me, thefe are but dreams.

Together at one Tree, oh let us brouze, [244]

And like two Turtles roofl within one houfe,

And like the Mullets in one River glide.

Let's ftill remain but one, till death divide.

( Thy loving Love and Deareji Dear^ \ At home, abroad, and every where.

��A. B.

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��To her Father with fonie verfes.

Moil truly honoured, and as truly dear. If worth in me, or ought I do appear. Who can of right better demand the fame? Then may your worthy felf from whom it came. The principle might yield a greater fum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crum;

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