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Marinda

Poems and Translations upon Several Occasions [by Mary Monck]
  

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Wrote the last Day of the Year. To Marinda.

The Muse stood by, and whisper'd in my Ear,
Be wise, and end your Rhyming with the Year.
The Youth whom We inspire may Favour find,
None of the Muses to old Age are kind,
Retire in time from the Poetick Throng,
With this Applause, Marinda lik'd your Song,
The brightest Genius did your Verse commend,
Honour'd the Poet with the Name of Friend:
Here to the Muses die, and o'er your Tomb
Let this be read by Ages yet to come;
Ye Nymphs and Swains your Garlands hither bring,
Here lyes the Shepherd did Marinda sing.