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I leaue for yov when I am dead,
That, being gone, here yov may
What was your liueing mother's mind

No sooner come, but gone, and fal'n asleep,
Acquaintance short, yet parting caus'd us weep,
Three flours, two searcely blown, the last i'th' bud,
Cropt by th'Almighties hand; yet is he good,

AR love, good-night
And, tender sleep,
Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
To make day fair when they unclose

Dear Doctor,
I have read your play, Which is a good one in its way, Purges the eyes, and moves the bowels, And drenches handkerchief s like towels With tears that, in a flux of grief, Afford hysterical relief To shatter'd nerves and quicken'd...

Come, dear Amanda, quit the town,
And to the rural hamlets fly;
Behold
the wintry storms are gone;

My dear mistress has a
Soft as those kind looks she gave me,
When with love's resistless art,
And her eyes, she did enslave me;

SS that cruel doubt, dear youth
That starting tear, that sigh reprove;
Why dost thou wrong thine Emma's truth,
And think that aught can change my love

My dear old village,  every memory of home  pierces like a thorn

Cleft as the top of the inspired hill,
Struggles the soul of my divided quill,
Whilst this foot doth the watry mount aspire,
That Sinai's living and enlivening fire,

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can.

With troubled heart and trembling hand I write
The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight
How oft with dissappointment have I
When I on fading things my hopes have set

"We are sending you, dear flowers, Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O'er the cold graves where you lie; But you go to bring them fadeless life In the bright homes where they dwell, And you softly smile that 't is so,...