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The Works of Mr. Robert Gould

In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould]

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The Request.

Hear me, O Pow'rful Charmer! e'er my Breath
Is stopt by the ungentle Hand of Death;
E'er my quick Pulse has ever ceas'd to move,
And beats no more the Vital March to Love.
E'er my sad Tomb you visit (wan with Care)
And cry—The Youth had not lain silent here,
If I had been less rigid and severe:
'Twas my cold Usage wing'd his timeless Fate;
Too soon he lov'd, and I believe too late!
Hear me, I beg, (if Truth may beg for Grace)
Let not thy Heart bely thy Heav'nly Face:
Thy Face is with Compassion cloath'd around,
With Mildness and with smiling Mercy crown'd;
Comfort has all her Influence from your Eyes,
And you will smile when any Lover dies
Kill'd by Disdain: To such your Pity shown,
May make us hope you'll once regard your own:

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Let others Arrogantly tempt their Doom,
And on their Birth, or Wealth, or Wit presume;
I, humbler, only beg you wou'd not hate
That Passion which your Beauty did create.
To give Life for the Pleasure to destroy,
Can be at best, methinks, but barbarous Joy.
What Nature makes she wou'd continue still,
She never quickens with Intent to Kill.
Since to my Love you did it's Being give,
Ah Smile! and let your own Creation live.