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Looking on, and discoursing with his Mistress.
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These full two hours now have I gazing been,What comfort by it can I gain?
To look on Heav'en with mighty Gulfs between
Was the great Misers greatest pain;
So neer was he to Heavens delight,
As with the blest converse he might,
Yet could not get one drop of water by't.
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Ah wretch! I seem to touch her now; but, oh,What boundless spaces do us part?
Fortune, and Friends, and all earths empty show
My Lowness, and her high Desert:
But these might conquerable prove;
Nothing does me so far remove,
As her hard Souls aversion from my Love.
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So Travellers, that lose their way by night,If from afar they chance t'espy
Th' uncertain glimmerings of a Tapers light,
Take flattering hopes, and think it nigh;
Till wearied with the fruitless pain,
They sit them down, and weep in vain,
And there in Darkness and Despair remain.
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