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An Acrostick.
S o Sweet, so Good, so Vertuous, and so Fair!
U nited Forces still most pow'rful are.
S uch conqu'ring Charms do in your Eyes appear,
A s gives new Luster to the Hemesphere;
N ature in you perform'd her utmost skill,
A llowing priveledge to save or kill;
U nited Forces still most pow'rful are.
S uch conqu'ring Charms do in your Eyes appear,
A s gives new Luster to the Hemesphere;
N ature in you perform'd her utmost skill,
A llowing priveledge to save or kill;
W ho can resist the Dictates of your will?
I nteriour motions from your Beauty rise,
T eaching me love, which you alone despise;
H ow can you be so cruel for to slay
E ach minute, that which doth your will obey?
R eprieve's in vain, when Death hath seal'd the Fate,
E ver be cruel, pity'll come to late.
L ike Niobe I'le mourn, and my last breath,
L ike Swans, shall sing the Omen of my Death.
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T eaching me love, which you alone despise;
H ow can you be so cruel for to slay
E ach minute, that which doth your will obey?
R eprieve's in vain, when Death hath seal'd the Fate,
E ver be cruel, pity'll come to late.
L ike Niobe I'le mourn, and my last breath,
L ike Swans, shall sing the Omen of my Death.
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