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15. To Mrs. Mary Coke, an Acrostick.
My busie eyes lately captiv'd me so
Above my strength, I know not what to do.
Retain my Liberty I could not: all
Your beauties, Lady, needs must make a thrall.
Above my strength, I know not what to do.
Retain my Liberty I could not: all
Your beauties, Lady, needs must make a thrall.
Could I but shew my heart, which I desire;
On it your Picture you might see entire.
Kinde therefore be, and let it be your will
Effectually to save, and not to kill.
On it your Picture you might see entire.
Kinde therefore be, and let it be your will
Effectually to save, and not to kill.
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