Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
THE Anchorite IN SCIPINA.
AH, happy are we Anchorites that know
Not Womens Ebbs, nor when their Love will flow.
We know no Storms that rage in Womens Breasts,
But here in quiet build our Halcyon Nests;
Where no deceitfull Calm our Faith beguiles,
No cruel frowns, nor yet more cruel smiles;
No rising Wave of Fate our hopes advance,
Nor fear we fathomless despair of Chance;
But our strong Minds, like Rocks, their firmness prove,
Defying both the Storms of Fate and Love.