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 |
A retir'd Friendship, To Ardelia.
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A retir'd Friendship, To Ardelia.
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Come, my Ardelia, to this Bower,Where kindly mingling Souls awhile
Let's innocently spend an hour,
And at all serious follies smile.
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Here is no quarrelling for Crowns,Nor fear of changes in our Fate;
No trembling at the great ones frowns,
Nor any slavery of State.
3
Here's no disguise nor treachery,Nor any deep conceal'd design;
From Bloud and Plots this Place is free,
And calm as are those looks of thine.
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Here let us sit and bless our Stars,Who did such happy quiet give,
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In one anothers hearts we live.
5
Why should we entertain a fearLove cares not how the World is turn'd:
If crouds of dangers should appear,
Yet Friendship can be unconcern'd.
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We wear about us such a charm,No horrour can be our offence;
For mischief's self can do no harm
To Friendship or to Innocence.
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Let's mark how soon Apollo's beamsCommand the flocks to quit their meat,
And not entreat the neighbouring streams
To quench their thirst, but cool their heat.
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In such a scorching Age as thisWho would not ever seek a shade,
Deserve their Happiness to miss,
As having their own peace betray'd.
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But we (of one anothers mindAssur'd) the boisterous World disdain;
With quiet Souls and unconfin'd
Enjoy what Princes wish in vain.
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