Memoirs of the Life of Barton Booth ... With his Character. To which are added Several Poetical Pieces, Written by Himself, viz. Translations from Horace, Songs, Odes, &c. To which is likewise annexed, the Case of Mr. Booth's last illness, and what was observ'd (particularly with regard to the Quick-Silver found in his Intestines) upon the Opening of his Body, in the Presence of Sir Hans Sloan by Mr. Alexander Small, Surgeon. Publish'd by an Intimate Acquaintance of Mr. Booth, By Consent of his Widow |
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[Am I then condemn'd by Love]
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Am I then condemn'd by Love,Still to wander, still to rove;
Ever searching, never finding,
Hearing, swearing Oaths not binding;
Still pursuing, still astray,
Hunting Truth that flies away.
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Yet I the Chase can never leave,But still my own fond Hopes deceive:
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By Nature form'd to bless my Arms,
Shall stop me in my full Career,
A Victim to her friendly Charms;
Observe her Blushes, and her Sighs,
Mark not her Words, but watch her Eyes!
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Truth is in her tender Breast;Her Looks are sweet, and full of Love;
My Soul in her alone wou'd rest,
Nor any further Trial prove:
But if my Wish I fail to gain,
No Disappointment I'll deplore;
But swear, and lye, and still remain
The wand'ring Thing I was before.
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