The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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Love's Providence
Some talke of Providence, and some of fate,
Of fortune, and predestination's State;
Some calls it luck, and some the Gods do mock;
And some they say, lapt in their mother's smock
Necessitated some; others free will;
Some thinke the Gods take care of Mankind still;
Others thinke not att all, but doe advance
Their heavenly busnes, leaves mankind to Chance.
Unknowinge man Unknowne things thus disputs;
Poore wretches, one another still confutes,
So remayns Ignorant; sayes that or this,
But man shall never know shure what it is.
I thinke my fate, if rightly Understood,
Is all in your hands; what we may call good:
A ruine better I doe Understand
By you, then sav'd by another's hand.
So Eyther pleases me; I'me Never sad
So you the Auther; still you make me glad.
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