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The Defiance.
I.
WEll Fortune, now (if e're you've shewn
What you had in your power to do,
My wandring love at length had fix'd on one,
One who might please even unconstant you.
Me of this one you have deprived
On whom I stay'd my Soul, in whom I lived,
You've shewn your power, and I resign,
But now I'll shew thee Fortune, what's in mine.
II.
I will not, no I will not grieve,
My tears within their banks shall stand,
Do what thou wilt, I am resolv'd to Live,
Since thee I can't, I will my self command.
I will my passions so controul
That neither they, nor thou shalt hurt my Soul,
I'll run so counter to thy will,
Thy good I'll relish, but not feel thy Ill.
III.
I felt the shaft that last was sent,
But now thy Quiver I desy.
I fear no Pain from thee or Discontent,
Clad in the Armour of Philosophy.
Thy last seiz'd on me out of guard,
Ʋnarm'd too far within thy reach I dar'd,
But now the field I'll dearly sell,
I'm now (at least by thee) Impassible.