Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd By I. T. [i.e. John Tatham] |
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To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness.
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To Mrs. J. H. upon my recovery of a fit of sickness.
Song.
'Tis true
I did receive a life from you,
for he's unjust,
That shall deny the Miracles thou do'st.
when my poor heart
Was ready to depart
This air, thou cam'st to visit me,
And brought'st me heav'nly Surgery,
in either eye.
I did receive a life from you,
for he's unjust,
That shall deny the Miracles thou do'st.
when my poor heart
Was ready to depart
This air, thou cam'st to visit me,
And brought'st me heav'nly Surgery,
in either eye.
But see
This Mercy's full of Cruelty;
for I had paid
But one poor life, had then my frame decay'd:
When now to please
Your Pride is a disease
past Cure, for with each minute I
Suffer a death, yet cannot dy;
'tis Tyranny.
This Mercy's full of Cruelty;
for I had paid
But one poor life, had then my frame decay'd:
When now to please
Your Pride is a disease
past Cure, for with each minute I
Suffer a death, yet cannot dy;
'tis Tyranny.
My Heart,
Whereon you practice all your Art,
you'l say's your own:
So Surg'ons torture er'e their skill be shown
if you'l devise
Mine to Anothomise,
that so you may advise your skill,
First be so kind as throughly kill
my Wish fulfil.
Whereon you practice all your Art,
you'l say's your own:
So Surg'ons torture er'e their skill be shown
if you'l devise
Mine to Anothomise,
that so you may advise your skill,
First be so kind as throughly kill
my Wish fulfil.
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