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Too happy rival dwell not there
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SHERLOCK upon Death.
'Tis I must learn to die.
HEN Fanny blooming fair
First caught my ravish'd fight, Struck with her fhape and air,
I felt a strange delight : Whilst eagerly I gaz’d,
Admiring ev'ry part, And ev'ry feature prais'd,
She stole into my heart.
In her bewitching eyes
Ten thousand loves appear ; There Cupid balking lies,
His shafts are hoarded there, Her blooming cheeks are dy'd
With colour all their own, Excelling far the pride
Of roses newly blown.
Her well-turn'd limbs confess,
The lucky hand of Jove; Her features all express
The beauteous queen of love :
W Henever, Chloe, I begin
, Your heart like mine to move, You tell me of the crying fin
Of unchaste lawless love.
How can that passion be a fin,
Which gave to Chloe birth? How can those joys but be divine,
Which make a heaven on earth ?
To wed, mankind the priest trepanna,
By some fly fallacy,
Increase and multiply.
You say that love's a crime; content:
Yet this allow you must,
Than over ninety just.
Sin then, dear girl, for heaven's fake,
Repent and be forgiven;
A holy day in heav'n.
INDEX to the First Volume.
Poem to his Excellency the Lord Privy Seal on the