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Lyric Poems

Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres

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Complains of the Court.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Complains of the Court.

In a Great Court, near a Fam'd River's side,
With Hopes of Greatness fed, I still reside;
But where to fix I ne'er shall understand,
Foll'wing what flies, and shunning what's at hand.
Others from me the Gifts of Heav'n retain,
The lucky Fool does still the Purchace gain;
At Air I grasp, and after Shadows strive,
Live for my Foes, if this be said to live.
I slight my self, love him that injures me,
And in soft Words find greatest Treachery;
I, Mortal Hatred under Smiles, behold,
And starve for want, amidst great heaps of Gold.
Now Envy's Stroaks, then Fortune's I sustain,
And want a Friend to whom I might complain;
I see th' ensuing Storm, and no Help nigh,
Grieve for one Loss, and straight another spy.