Poems upon several Occasions.
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Safe in his Skill, from all Restraint set free,
But conscious Shame, Remorse, and Piety.
Sire of all Arts, defend thy darling Son,
O save the Man, whose Life's so much our own,
On whom, like Atlas, the whole World's reclin'd,
And, by restoring Garth, preserve Mankind.
SONG. To Myra.
I.
THE happiest Mortals once were we,
I lov'd Myra, Myra me;
Each desirous of the Blessing,
Nothing wanting but Possessing;
I lov'd Myra, Myra me;
The happiest Mortals once were we.
II.
But since cruel Fates dissever,
Torn from Love, and torn for ever,
Tortures end me,
Death befriend me;
Of all Pains the greatest Pain
Is to love—and love in vain.
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