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Reading Mr. WALLER.
Inhuman
Saccharissa! not to love
The Man, whose Verse might Rocks to Pity move.
Yet, since Amphion sung, they Sense retain;
And Verse may soften all Things, but Disdain.
The Man, whose Verse might Rocks to Pity move.
Yet, since Amphion sung, they Sense retain;
And Verse may soften all Things, but Disdain.
As he the fatal Glories of your Eyes,
His easie Wit, and courtly Pen, I prize.
In vain, like him, I sigh, in vain I mourn;
For, Waller's Muse has Saccharissa's Scorn.
His easie Wit, and courtly Pen, I prize.
In vain, like him, I sigh, in vain I mourn;
For, Waller's Muse has Saccharissa's Scorn.
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