Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
The Incurable.
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The Incurable.
A SONG.
One, amongst Flowers, green Leaves, and the cool GrassTakes his delight, and pleasant hours does pass,
This in a Cave can rest, or quiet Grove,
And that in Wars forgets the Thoughts of Love:
Some vent their Sighs to th' Air, and ease do find,
A Spring may quench the fever of the Mind.
But to my Grief no Remedy can bring,
Flowers, Leaves, Grass, Cave, Grove, Wars, the Air, nor Spring.
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