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The Fugitive.
Fly, Fly,
Some way, where neither Ear nor Ey
Can ever see or hear thee;
But those Furies that
Daily triumph at
The Tyranny of Truth,
For I
By fainting Famin vow to die,
Ere such a Sea come near me,
In whose bosom lies
All Hell can devise
To ruine Age and Youth;
From thy Lust flows a Floud,
That destroyes
All my joyes
In the Bud,
Thou a Civil War dost move,
'Gainst the Royalty of Love,
Treason lodgeth in thy Bloud:
She that hath bid Adieu
And refus'd
VVhat she chus'd
For a New,
Let her Lover look to be
In the same Extremity,
Faith, she never can be true.
Some way, where neither Ear nor Ey
Can ever see or hear thee;
But those Furies that
Daily triumph at
The Tyranny of Truth,
For I
By fainting Famin vow to die,
Ere such a Sea come near me,
In whose bosom lies
All Hell can devise
To ruine Age and Youth;
From thy Lust flows a Floud,
That destroyes
All my joyes
In the Bud,
Thou a Civil War dost move,
'Gainst the Royalty of Love,
Treason lodgeth in thy Bloud:
And refus'd
VVhat she chus'd
For a New,
Let her Lover look to be
In the same Extremity,
Faith, she never can be true.
Then welcome Freedome, Farewell Fears,
I have for Crowns exchang'd my Cares,
My Soul shall soar above the Spheres,
And sing whilest he the burthen bears.
I have for Crowns exchang'd my Cares,
My Soul shall soar above the Spheres,
And sing whilest he the burthen bears.
VVho would not pardon such a Thief,
That slily steals away his Grief,
Then he that quarrels for relief,
Resolves to be a Fool in Chief.
That slily steals away his Grief,
Then he that quarrels for relief,
Resolves to be a Fool in Chief.
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