The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands.
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- The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands.
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- London :: Printed by R.E. for Jacob Tonson ...,
- 1694.
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- Classical poetry -- Translations into English.
- English poetry -- Translations from classical literature.
- English poetry -- 17th century.
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"The Annual miscellany, for the year 1694 being the fourth part of Miscellany poems : containing great variety of new translations and original copies / by the most eminent hands." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A36597.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 5, 2024.
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Page 188
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I must that fair one Justice do,
I must still constant be;
For 'twere unkind to be untrue,
Whilst she is true to me.
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Then, Cupid, I must teach you how
To make me still her Slave;
That Food to make me relish now,
Which once a Surfeit gave.
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You must, to play this Game at first,
Some Jealousy contrive;
That she may vow I am the worst,
And falsest Man alive.
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Let her in Anger persevere,
Be Jealous as before;
Till I begin to huff, and swear
I'll never see her more.
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Then let her use a little Art,
And lay aside her Frown;
Let her some amorous Glances dart,
To bring my Passion down.
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Thus whilst I am again on Fire,
Make me renew my Pain:
Make her consent to my desire,
And me still hug my Chain.