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I	A
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Here take no Care take here no Care my Muse	B
Nor ought of Art or Labour use	C
But let thy Lines rude and unpolisht go	D
Nor Equal be their Feet nor Num'rous let them flow	D
The ruggeder my Measures run when read	E
They'l livelier paint th'unequal Paths fond Mortals tread	E
Who when th'are tempted by the smooth Ascents	C
Which flatt'ring Hope presents	C
Briskly they clime and Great Things undertake	F
But Fatal Voyages alas they make	F
For 'tis not long before their Feet	G
Inextricable Mazes meet	G
Perplexing Doubts obstruct their Way	H
Mountains with stand them of Dismay	H
Or to the Brink of black Dispaire them lead	E
Where's nought their Ruine to impede	I
In vain for Aide they then to Reason call	J
Their Senses dazle and their Heads turn round	K
The sight does all their Pow'rs confound	K
And headlong down the horrid Precipice they fall	J
Where storms of Sighs for ever blow	D
Whre raped streams of Tears do flow	D
Which drown them in a Briny Floud	K
My Muse pronounce aloud there's nothing Good	K
Nought that the World can show	D
Nought that it can bestow	D
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II	A
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Not boundless Heaps of its admired Clay	H
Ah too successful to betray	H
When spread in our fraile Vertues way	H
For few do run with so Resolv'd a Pace	C
That for the Golden Apple will not loose the Race	C
And yet not all the Gold the Vain would spend	K
Or greedy Avarice would wish to save	L
Which on the Earth refulgent Beams doth send	K
Or in the Sea has found a Grave	L
Joyn'd in one Mass can Bribe sufficient be	M
The Body from a stern Disease to free	M
Or purchase for the Minds relief	N
One Moments sweet Repose when restless made by grief	N
But what may Laughter more than Pity move	O
When some the Price of what they Dear'st Love	P
Are Masters of and hold it in their Hand	K
To part with it their Hearts they can't command	K
But chose to miss what miss't does them torment	K
And that to hug affords them no Content	K
Wise Fools to do them Right we these must hold	K
Who Love depose and Homage pay to Gold	K
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III	A
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Nor yet if rightly understood	K
Does Grandeur carry more of Good	K
To be o'th' Number of the Great enroll'd	K
A Scepter o're a Mighty Realm to hold	K
For what is this	C
If I not judge amiss	C
But all th'Afflicted of a Land to take	F
And f one single Family to make	F
The Wrong'd the Poor th'Opprest the Sad	K
The Ruin'd Malecontent and Mad	K
Which a great Part of ev'ry Empire frame	Q
And Interest in the common Father claime	Q
Again what is't but always to abide	K
A Gazing Crowd upon a Stage to spend	K
A Life that's vain or Evil without End	K
And which is yet not safely held nor laid aside	K
And then if lesser Titles carry less of Care	R
Yet none but Fools ambitious are to share	R
Such a Mock Good of which 'tis said 'tis Best	K
When of the least of it Men are possest	K
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IV	P
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But O the Laurel'd Fool that doats on Fame	Q
Whose Hope's Applause whose Fear's to want a Name	Q
Who can accept for Pay	H
Of what he does what others say	H
Exposes now to hostile Arms his Breast	K
To toylsome Study then betrays his Rest	K
Now to his Soul denies a just Content	K
Then forces on it what it does resent	K
And all for Praise of Fools for such are those	C
Which most of the Admiring Crowd compose	C
O famisht Soul which such Thin Food can feed	K
O Wretched Labour crown'd with such a Meed	K
Too loud O Fame thy Trumpet is too shrill	S
To lull a Mind to Rest	K
Or calme a stormy Breast	K
Which asks a Musick soft and still	S
'Twas not Almaleck's vanquisht Cry	A
Nor Israels shout of Victory	M
That could in Saul the rising Passion lay	H
'Twas the soft strains of David's Lyre the Evil Spirit chace't away	H
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V	M
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But Friendship fain would yet it self defend	K
And Mighty Things it does pretend	K
To be of this Sad Journey Life the Baite	K
The Sweet Refection of our toylsome State	K
But though True Friendship a Rich Cordial be	M
Alas by most 'tis so alay'd	K
Its Good so mixt with Ill we see	M
That Dross for Gold is often paid	K
And for one Grain of Friendship that is found	K
Falshood and Interest do the Mass compound	K
Or coldness worse than Steel the Loyal heart doth wound	K
Love in no Two was ever yet the same	Q
No Happy Two ere felt an Equal Flame	Q
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VI	A
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Is there that Earth by Humane Foot ne're prest	K
That Aire which never yet by Humane Breast	K
Respir'd did Life supply	A
Oh thither let me fly	A
Where from the World at such a distance set	K
All that's past present and to come I may forget	K
The Lovers Sighs and the Afflicted Tears	C
What e're may wound my Eyes or Ears	C
The grating Noise of Private Jars	C
The horrid sound of Publick Wars	C
Of babling Fame the Idle Stories	C
The short liv'd Triumphs Noysy Glories	C
The Curious Nets the subtile weave	P
The Word the Look that may deceive	P
No Mundan Care shall more affect my Breast	K
My profound Peace shake or molest	K
But Stupor like to Death my Senses bind	K
That so I may anticipate that Rest	K
Which only in my Grave I hope to find	K

Anne Killigrew

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