Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
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Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate.
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London :: Printed for J. Hindmarsh ...,
1685.
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English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700.
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"Poems by several hands, and on several occasions collected by N. Tate." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A63107.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 7, 2024.
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descriptionPage 226
The Change.
1.
HEre! since it must be so, take thy last look,My heart such deep impressions took,Thou never wilt behold me more;No part will be the sameAs it appear'd when first I came;So alter'd shall I be, from what I was before.
2.
A few sad hours so great a change will make,Me from my self thou wilt mistake;And think some other Rival come,Who must as wretched be,Because he does resemble me:And thus I twice condem'nd, must bear the fatal doom.
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3.
Destructive Fair! thou wilt alone do more,Than Grief or Sickness could before:That drooping form, which now appearsYoung as an Infant SpringWill be, (while you such ruine bring)As old in days, as was Methusalem in years.
4.
Dear Cruel Maid farewel: I know my doom,Yet ne'ertheless once more will come:Yes, I'll return and let you see,What I have said will proveToo true, th' effects of injur'd Love:And possibly your softning heart may pity me.
5.
Tho fain I'd be more blest before I dye;In Death I'll my last refuge try:And then, like old Aegyptians, Thou,(When no way else can move)To my pale Corps will kinder prove;And more perhaps upon my Tomb, than myFrail house bestow—
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