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The Resolution.

Thanks to your scorn, I now at length am free:
Is this what am'rous Fools call Cruelty:
For this would any sigh, for this repine?
I'm sure her Kindness had more cruel been.
No! faithless World, that weight of scorn, which she
Threw on my head, I thus return on thee.
I now thy Fellies and thy Malice slight,
And will be happy, even out of spight.
I now no more my Vows and Tears shall lose,
No more in fruitless Sighs my breath abuse;
Sin shall have all my Sighs and Tears; and Vertue all my Vows.
Henceforth, my Soul, be thou and Heav'n my care,
Ye worthy of my Thoughts and Minutes are,
There is no Scorn, no Disappointment there.

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Pardon, dear Heav'n, my hours in Folly spent,
The Crime it self was it's own Punishment!
But now unpeg'd from Earth I upward move,
To thee, Essential Fair, Eternal Love:
The Sphere of Earth's Activity I've past,
Here it's Magnetick Influence is lost.
I come, great Love; my panting Soul does fly,
With all it's Weight still pressing up to thee.
And now do thou thy needful Succour lend,
From Vice, and from my self, my self defend.
So shall I Death and Life it self defie;
That smiling, but more dang'rous Enemy:
And my last breath in sullen Sighs I'll vent,
Only for Grief that 'twas no sooner spent.