JOHN SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE
428 The Reconcilement
OME, let us now resolve at last
To live and love in quiet, We'll tie the knot so very fast That Time shall ne'er untie it.
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��The truest joys they seldom prove Who free fiom quarrels live
'Tis the most tender part of love Each other to forgive.
When least I scem'd concerned, I took
No pleasure nor no rest, And when I feign'd an angry look,
Alas' I loved you best.
Own but the same to me you'll find How blest will be our fate.
O to be happy to be kind Sure never is too late'
��429 On One who died discovering her Kindness
SOME vex their souls with jealous pain, While others sigh for cold disdain: Love's various slaves we daily see Yet happy all compared with me'
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