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 June 4, 2024.
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descriptionPage 126
SONG.
To the tune of Sommes nous pas trop heureux.
1.
HOw prodigious is my fate,Since I can't determine clearly,Whether you'l do more severelyGiving me your love or hate!For if you with kindness bless me,Since from you I soon must part;Fortune will so dispossess me,That your Love will break my heart.
2.
But since Death all sorrow cures,Might I chuse my way of dying,I could wish the arrow flyingFrom Fortunes Quiver, not from yours.For in the sad unusual storyHow my wretched heart was torn,It will more concern your glory,I by absence fell then scorn.
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