Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.
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Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French.
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Philips, Katherine, 1631-1664.
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London :: Printed by J.M. for H. Herringman ...,
1667.
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"Poems by the most deservedly admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the matchless Orinda ; to which is added Monsieur Corneille's Pompey & Horace, tragedies ; with several other translations out of French." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A54716.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 15, 2024.
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To the Queen of Inconstancy, Regina Collier, in Antwerp.
1.
UNworthy, since thou hast decreedThy Love and Honour both shall bleed,My Friendship could not chuse to dieIn better time or company.
2.
What thou hast got by this ExchangeThou wilt perceive, when the RevengeShall by those treacheries be made,For which our Faith thou hast betray'd.
3.
When thy Idolaters shall beTrue to themselves, and false to thee,Thou'lt see that in Heart-merchandise,Value, not Number, makes the price.
4.
Live to that day, my InnocenceShall be my Friendship's just defence:
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For this is all the World can find,While thou wert noble, I was kind.
5.
The desp'rate game that thou dost playAt private Ruines cannot stay;The horrid treachery of that FaceWill sure undo its native place.
6.
Then let the Frenchmen never fearThe victory while thou art there:For if Sins will call Judgments down,Thou hast enough to stock the Town.
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