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The Works of Mr. Robert Gould

In Two Volumes. Consisting of those Poems [and] Satyrs Which were formerly Printed, and Corrected since by the Author; As also of the many more which He Design'd for the Press. Publish'd from his Own Original Copies [by Robert Gould]

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SONG XVIII. The Enfranchisement.
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SONG XVIII. The Enfranchisement.

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'Tis past!—the mighty Torture's o'er,
And Cælia's Reign is done:
Nor know I but my Bliss is more
Than if she had been won.
When scorn'd, and crouching to the Dust,
W'ave wasted half a Life.
'Tis certain such a Mistress must
Make a more cursed Wife.

II

He is a most egregious Fool,
And does his Peace betray,
That thinks she'll then resign the Rule,
So us'd to boundless Sway.
O Liberty! thou best of Things!
Thou sweet above compare!
Can't that for which we strive with Kings
Not make us slight the Fair?

III

In Love we, as in Wit, might reign,
Did we not idly stray;
Not fear'd, they never wou'd disdain,
And not pursu'd wou'd stay.

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We dig our selves our timeless Graves;
The Case is truly thus;
Were we not vain and wilful Slaves,
They wou'd be Slaves to us.