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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To Pastora being with her Friend.
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To Pastora being with her Friend.
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While you the double joy obtainOf what you give, and what you gain:
Friendship who owes you so much Fame,
Commands my Tribute to your Name.
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Friendship that was almost forlorn,Sunk under every Critick's scorn;
But that your genius her protects,
Had fled the World, at least the Sex.
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You have restored them and us,Whence both are happy; Cæsar thus
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And Rome ow'd him as much again.
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You in your friend those Joys have foundWhich all Relations can propound;
What Nature does 'mong them disperse,
You multiply in her Converse.
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You her Enjoyment have pursu'dIn Company, and Solitude;
And wheresoever she'l retire,
There's the Diversion you desire.
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Your Joys by this are more immense,And heat contracted grows intense;
And friendship to be such to you,
Will make these Pleasures, Honours too.
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Be to each other that Content,As to your Sex y'are Ornament;
And may your hearts by mixture lost,
Be still each others Bliss and Boast.
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Impossible your Parting beAs that you e're should disagree;
And then even Death your friend will prove,
And both at once (though late) remove.
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But that you may severely live,You must th' offending World forgive,
And to employ your Charity,
You have an Object now in me.
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My Pen so much for you unfitPresents my Heart, though not my Wit;
Which Heart admires what you express,
More than what Monarchs do possess.
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Fear not infection from my Fate,Though I must be unfortunate,
For having paid my Vows due, I
Shall soon withdraw, wither and die.
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