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In that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd	A
For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd	A
Stands a steep Hill whose lofty jetting Crown	B
Casts o'er the neighbouring Plains a seeming Frown	B
Close at its mossie Foot an aged Wood	C
Compos'd of various Trees there long has stood	C
Whose thick united Tops scorn the Sun's Ray	D
And hardly will admit the Eye of Day	D
By oblique windings through this gloomy Shade	E
Has a clear purling Stream its Passage made	E
The Nimph as discontented seem'd t'ave chose	F
This sad Recess to murmur forth her Woes	F
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To this Retreat urg'd by tormenting Care	G
The melancholly Cloris did repair	G
As a fit Place to take the sad Relief	H
Of Sighs and Tears to ease oppressing Grief	H
Near to the Mourning Nimph she chose a Seat	I
And these Complaints did to the Shades repeat	I
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Ah wretched trully wretched Humane Race	J
Your Woes from what Beginning shall I trace	J
Where End from your first feeble New born Cryes	J
To the last Tears that wet your dying Eyes	J
Man Common Foe assail'd on ev'ry hand	K
Finds that no Ill does Neuter by him stand	K
Inexorable Death Lean Poverty	L
Pale Sickness ever sad Captivity	L
Can I alas the sev'ral Parties name	M
Which muster'd up the Dreadful Army frame	M
And sometimes in One Body all Unite	N
Sometimes again do separately fight	N
While sure Success on either Way does waite	O
Either a Swift or else a Ling'ring Fate	O
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But why 'gainst thee O Death should I inveigh	H
That to our Quiet art the only way	D
And yet I would could I thy Dart command	K
Crie Here O strike and there O hold thy Hand	K
The Lov'd the Happy and the Youthful spare	G
And end the Sad the Sick the Poor Mans Care	G
But whether thou or Blind or Cruel art	P
Whether 'tis Chance or Malice guides thy Dart	P
Thou from the Parents Arms dost pull away	D
The hopeful Child their Ages only stay	D
The Two whom Friendship in dear Bands hs ty'd	D
Thou dost with a remorseless hand devide	D
Friendship the Cement that does faster twine	Q
Two Souls than that which Soul and Body joyn	Q
Thousands have been who their own Blood did spill	R
But never any yet his Friend did kill	R
Then 'gainst thy Dart what Armour can be found	D
Who where thou do'st not strike do'st deepest wound	D
Thy Pitty than thy Wrath's more bitter far	S
Most cruel where 'twould seem the most to spare	G
Yet thou of many Evils art but One	Q
Though thou by much too many art alone	Q
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What shall I say of Poverty whence flows	J
To miserable Man so many Woes	J
Rediculous Evil which too oft we prove	H
Does Laughter cause where it should Pitty move	H
Solitary Ill into which no Eye	T
Though ne're so Curious ever cares to pry	T
And were there 'mong such plenty onely One	Q
Poor Man he certainly would live alone	Q
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Yet Poverty does leave the Man entire	U
But Sickness nearer Mischiefs does conspire	U
Invades the Body with a loath'd Embrace	J
Prides both its Strength and Beauty to deface	J
Nor does it Malice in these bounds restrain	Q
But shakes the Throne of Sacred Wit the Brain	Q
And with a ne're enough detested Force	J
Reason disturbs and turns out of its Course	J
Again when Nature some Rare Piece has made	D
On which her Utmost Skill she seems t'ave laid	D
Polish't adorn'd the Work with moving Grace	J
And in the Beauteous Frame a Soul doth place	J
So perfectly compos'd it makes Divine	Q
Each Motion Word and Look from thence does shine	Q
This Goodly Composition the Delight	D
Of ev'ry Heart and Joy of ev'ry sight	D
Its peevish Malice has the Power to spoyle	R
And with a Sully'd Hand its Lusture soyle	R
The Grief were Endless that should all bewaile	R
Against whose sweet Repose thou dost prevail	R
Some freeze with Agues some with Feavers burn	Q
Whose Lives thou half out of their Holds dost turn	Q
And of whose Sufferings it may be said	D
They living feel the very State o' th' Dead	D
Thou in a thousand sev'ral Forms are drest	D
And in them all dost Wretched Man infest	D
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And yet as if these Evils were too few	H
Men their own Kind with hostile Arms pursue	H
Not Heavens fierce Wrath nor yet the Hate of Hell	R
Not any Plague that e're the World befel	R
Not Inundations Famines Fires blind rage	V
Did ever Mortals equally engage	V
As Man does Man more skilful to annoy	Q
Both Mischievous and Witty to destroy	Q
The bloody Wolf the Wolf doe not pursue	H
The Boar though fierce his Tusk will not embrue	Q
In his own Kind Bares not on Bares do prey	Q
Then art thou Man more savage far than they	Q
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And now methinks I present do behold	D
The Bloudy Fields that are in Fame enroll'd	D
I see I see thousands in Battle slain	Q
The Dead and Dying cover all the Plain	Q
Confused Noises hear each way sent out	D
The Vanquishts Cries joyn'd with the Victors shout	D
Their Sighs and Groans whho draw a painful Breath	W
And feel the Pangs of slow approaching Death	W
Yet happier these far happier are the Dead	D
Than who into Captivity are led	D
What by their Chains and by the Victors Pride	D
We pity these and envy those that dy'd	D
And who can say when Thousands are betray'd	D
To Widdowhood Orphants or Childless made	D
Whither the Day does draw more Tears or Blood	D
A greater Chrystal or a Crimson Floud	D
The faithful Wife who late her Lord did Arm	X
And hop'd to shield by holy Vows from Harm	X
Follow'd his parting steps with Love and Care	Q
Sent after weeping Eyes while he afar	Q
Rod heated on born by a brave Disdain	Q
May now go seek him lying 'mong the Slain	Q
Low on the Earth she'l find his lofty Crest	D
And those refulgent Arms which late his Breast	D
Did guard by rough Encounters broke and tore	Q
His Face and Hair with Brains all clotted ore	Q
And Warlike Weeds besmeer'd with Dust and Gore	Q
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And will the Suffering World never bestow	D
Upon th'Accursed Causers of such Woe	D
A vengeance that may parallel their Loss	J
Fix Publick Thieves and Robbers on the Cross	J
Such as call Ruine Conquest in their Pride	D
And having plagu'd Mankind in Triumph ride	D
Like that renounced Murder who staines	J
In these our days Alsatias fertile Plains	J
Only to fill the future Tomp of Fame	M
Though greater Crimes than Glory it proclame	M
Alcides Scourge of Thieves return to Earth	Y
Which uncontrolled gives such Monsters birth	Y
On Scepter'd Cacus let thy Power be shown	Q
Pull him not from his Den but from his Throne	Q
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Clouds of black Thoughts her further Speech here broke	Z
Her swelling Grief too great was to be spoke	Z
Which strugl'd long in her tormented Mind	D
Till it some Vent by Sighs and Tears did find	D
And when her Sorrow something was subdu'd	D
She thus again her sad Complaint renewed	D
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Most Wretched Man were th'Ills I nam'd before	Q
All which I could in thy sad State deplore	Q
Did Things without alone 'gainst thee prevail	R
My Tongue I'de chide that them I did bewaile	R
But Shame to Reason thou are seen to be	L
Unto thy self the fatall'st Enemy	L
Within thy Breast the Greatest Plagues to bear	Q
First them to breed and then to cherish there	Q
Unmanag'd Passions which the Reins have broke	Z
Of Reason and refuse to bear its Yoke	Z
But hurry thee uncurb'd from place to place	J
A wild unruly and an Uncouth Chace	J
Now cursed Gold does lead the Man astray	Q
False flatt'ring Honours do anon betray	Q
Then Beauty does as dang'rously delude	D
Beauty that vanishes while 'tis pursu'd	D
That while we do behold it fades away	Q
And even a Long Encomium will not stay	Q
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