Poems By the most deservedly Admired Mrs Katherine Philips: The matchless Orinda. To which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace Tragedies. With several other Translations out of French |
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Lucasia and Orinda parting with Pastora and Phillis at Ipswich.
1
In your converse we best can read,How constant we should be,
But, 'tis in losing that, we need
All your Philosphy.
2
How perish'd is the joy that's past,The present how unsteady?
What comfort can be great, and last,
When this is gone already?
3
Yet that it subtly may torment,The memory does remain;
For what was, when enioy'd, content,
Is, in its absence, pain.
4
If you'll restore it, we'll not grieveThat Fate does now us sever;
'Tis better by your gift to live,
Than by our own endeavour.
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