Poems on Several Occasions By Mary Masters |
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To Mrs. M. E. who gave me a Plaister of her own making, when I had wrench'd my Ancle.
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To Mrs. M. E. who gave me a Plaister of her own making, when I had wrench'd my Ancle.
Madam, your Art has with Success been crown'd
As, by Experience, I have gladly found.
Thanks to your Care, I now am free from Pain,
And move each Limb with former Ease again.
Your pow'rful Med'cines, in their quick Relief,
Equal our Wishes, and exceed Belief.
Great is your Skill, beneficent your Art,
And gen'rous you, that did its Aid impart.
In vain the healing Secret you had known,
Were not the Judgment to apply, your own.
Your female Breast a richer Mine can boast,
Than fam'd Peru, or India's Diamond Coast.
Wisdom is Wealth from worldly Dross refin'd,
And your's is Wisdom of the noblest Kind.
As, by Experience, I have gladly found.
Thanks to your Care, I now am free from Pain,
And move each Limb with former Ease again.
Your pow'rful Med'cines, in their quick Relief,
Equal our Wishes, and exceed Belief.
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And gen'rous you, that did its Aid impart.
In vain the healing Secret you had known,
Were not the Judgment to apply, your own.
Your female Breast a richer Mine can boast,
Than fam'd Peru, or India's Diamond Coast.
Wisdom is Wealth from worldly Dross refin'd,
And your's is Wisdom of the noblest Kind.
Mistress of Science, I thy Art adore,
Thy Godlike Art, that can the Lame restore;
And if I e'er so superstitious be
T' invoke a Saint, O! Magdalen, 'tis Thee.
Thy Godlike Art, that can the Lame restore;
And if I e'er so superstitious be
T' invoke a Saint, O! Magdalen, 'tis Thee.
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