| A collection of original poems and translations | ||
Can Words, what Thought can scarce conceive, express,
The Uncle's, Virgin's, Lover's deep Distress?
Compar'd with which the mangling Knife wou'd please,
And the fierce Rack's severest Pain be Ease.
Death in his horrid'st Form had met their Pray'rs,
But that was Liberty, and so not theirs.
The Uncle's, Virgin's, Lover's deep Distress?
Compar'd with which the mangling Knife wou'd please,
And the fierce Rack's severest Pain be Ease.
Death in his horrid'st Form had met their Pray'rs,
But that was Liberty, and so not theirs.
| A collection of original poems and translations | ||