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Poems upon several Occasions.
To Flavia. Her Gardens having
escap'd a Flood that had destroy'd
all the Fruits of the Ground in her
Neighbourhood.
escap'd a Flood that had destroy'd
all the Fruits of the Ground in her
Neighbourhood.
WHAT Hands Divine have planted, and protect,
The Torrent spares, and Deluges respect;
So when the Waters o'er the World were spread,
Cov'ring each Oak, and ev'ry Mountain's Head,
The chosen Noah sail'd within his Ark,
Nor might the Waves o'erwhelm the sacred Bark.
The charming Flavia is no less, we find,
The Favourite of Heav'n, than of Mankind;
The Gods, like Rivals, imitate our Care,
And vie with Mortals, to oblige the Fair;
These Favours, thus bestow'd on her alone,
Are but the Homage that they send her down.
O Flavia, may thy Virtue from above
Be crown'd with Blessings endless as my Love.
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