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SONG. For Myra.

HERE end my Chains, and Thraldom cease,
If not in Joy, I'll live in Peace,
Since for the Pleasures of an Hour
We must endure an Age of Pain,
I'll be this abject thing no more;
Love, give me back my Heart again.

Despair tormented first my Breast,
Now Falshood, a more cruel Guest.
O, for the Peace of Human-kind,
Make Women longer true, or sooner kind;
With Justice or with Mercy reign,
O Love! or give me back my Heart again.

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DEATH.

I.

ENough, enough, my Soul, of worldly Noise,

Of airy Pomps, and fleeting Joys,
What does this busie World provide at best,
But brittle Goods that break like Glass,
But poison'd Sweets, a troubled Feast,
And Pleasures like the Winds that in a Moment pass?

Thy