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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[What need of Words, or Oaths, to prove]
I
What need of Words, or Oaths, to prove,The Truth of my unbounded Love:
Or that the Flame which warms my Breast,
Long as my Breath of Life will last.
II
When Phœbus in the Spring appears,Nature a verdant Livery wears;
The whole Creation blith and gay,
Revives to feel the warmer Day.
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III
Nearer the Zenith now he moves;Nature her various Charms improves,
And all her Beauties now displays,
Pierc'd by her Lover's kindly Rays.
IV
But lo! the Wanderer retires!Nature laments her sick'ning Fires:
Her various Beauties all decay,
And, in his Absence, die away.
V
Thou, Fairest! Phœbus art to me,As Nature Him, I worship Thee!
The quickning Fires thy Eyes impart,
Shoot thro' my Veins, and warm my Heart.
VI
But Oh! take heed, and still improve,With constant Rays, the Plant of Love:
The tender Root decays, and dies,
Robb'd of the Warmth that made it rise.
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VII
Then ask nor Words, nor Oaths, to proveThe Truth of my unbounded Love:
Since You alone, my only Joy,
Your own Creation can destroy.
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