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The Farewel.
As now my tedious life decays apace,And I may never more behold the Face,
Or hear the Voice, that pain and please my Heart;
My transient pleasure, but my lasting smart;
Permit my dying breath my flame to own,
And let the punishment the crime atone:
Tho' odious ere he dy'd, the dead forgive,
And think Him dead who has no joy to live.
Miscellanies, in Verse and Prose | ||