Poems or, A Miscellany of Sonnets, Satyrs, Drollery, Panegyricks, Elegies, &c. At the Instance, and Request of Several Friends, Times, and Occasions, Composed; and now at their command Collected, and Committed to the Press. By the Author, M. Stevenson |
CAROLINA.
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CAROLINA.
SONG.
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Should I sigh out my days in grief,And as my Beads count miseries,
My wound would meet with no relief;
For all the Balsome of mine Eyes,
I'le therefore set my heart at rest,
And of bad market make the best.
2
Some set their hearts on winged wealth,Others to honours Towers aspire,
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And there's the Summe of my desire;
If all the World should pay me Rent,
It cou'd not add to my content.
3
There is no fence against our fate,Eves Daughters all are born to sorrow,
Vicissitudes upon us wait,
That laugh to day, and lour to morrow.
Why should we then with wrinckel'd care
Deface what Nature made so fair.
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