 | The Poems of Ambrose Philips |  |
ANACREONTIQUE.
Beneath the Covert of a Grove,The conscious Scene of all my Love,
Careless, and supinely lay'd,
I took my Lute, and Sung and Play'd.
Of Love's soft Passion did I sing,
And Cupid; Love's Almighty King;
When lo! a String, that would have spoke,
Beneath my Finger, sighing broke;
It broke, and said, methoughts, to me,
Think on thy own Mortality,—
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