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But lanches on that fhore, there for to dye,
Where fhe her captive husband doth efpy.
Mine being gone, I lead a joylefs life,
I have a lo\ing phere, yet feem no wife:
But worll; of all, to him can't iteer my courfe,
I here, he there, alas, both kept by force:
Return my Dear, my joy, m}^ only Love,
Unto thy Hinde, thy Mullet and thy Dove,
Who neither joyes in palture, houfe nor Itreams,
The fubftance gone, O me, thefe are but dreams.
Together at one Tree, oh let us brouze, [244]
And like two Turtles roofl within one houfe,
And like the Mullets in one River glide.
Let's ftill remain but one, till death divide.
( Thy loving Love and Deareji Dear^ \ At home, abroad, and every where.
��A. B.
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��To her Father with fonie verfes.
Moil truly honoured, and as truly dear. If worth in me, or ought I do appear. Who can of right better demand the fame? Then may your worthy felf from whom it came. The principle might yield a greater fum, Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crum;
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