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From hence, let fierce contending nations know
What dire effects from civil discord flow.

Tis this that shakes our country with alarms,
And gives up Rome a prey to Roman arms,
Produces fraud, and cruelty, and strife,
And robs the guilty world of Cato's life.

[Exeunt Omnes.

END OF THE FIFTH ACT.

EPF

EPILOGUE

WRITTEN BY SIR SAMUEL GARTH.

HAT odd fantastic things we women do!

W who would not liften when young lovers woo?

But die a maid, yet have the choice of two!
Ladies are often cruel to their coft:

To give you pain, themselves they punish moft.
Vows of virginity should well be weigh'd;

fears!

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Too oft they're cancel'd, though in convents made.
Would you revenge fuch rash refolves---you may
Be fpiteful---and believe the thing we fay,
We hate you when you're eafily faid nay.
How needlefs, if you knew us, were your
Let love have eyes, and beauty will have ears.
Qur hearts are form'd as you yourselves would chufe,
Too proud to ask, too humble to refuse :
We give to merit, and to wealth we fell:
He fighs with moft fuccefs that fettles well.
The woes of wedlock with the joys we mix:
'Tis beft repenting in a coach and fix.

Blame not our conduct, fince we but pursue
1 Those lively leffons we have learnt from you.
Your breasts no more the fire of beauty warms,
But wicked wealth ufurps the power of charms.

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What pains to get the gaudy thing you hate,
To fwell in fhow, and be a wretch in state!
At plays you ogle, at the ring you bow;
Ev'n churches are no fanctuaries now :
There golden idols all your vows receive,
She is no goddess that has nought to give.
Oh, may once more the happy age appear,
When words were artlefs, and the thoughts fincere;
When gold and grandeur were unenvy'd things,
And courts lefs coveted than groves and springs :
Love then shall only mourn when truth complains,
And conftancy feel tranfport in its chains:
Sighs with fuccefs their own foft anguish tell,
And eyes fhall utter what the lips conceal:
Virtue again to its bright station climb,
And beauty fear no enemy but time;
The fair fhall liften to defert alone,
And every Lucia find a Cato's fon.

CON

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A Poem to his Majefty-prefented to the Right Hon.
Sir John Somers, Lord Keeper of the Great Seal,
1695.

To the King

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9

Tranflation of all Virgil's Fourth Georgic, except
the Story of Aristæus

Song for St. Cecilia's Day, at Oxford

17

31

Account of the greatest English Poets. To Mr. Henry
Sacheverell

34

Letter from Italy, to the Right Hon. Charles Lord
Halifax, 1701

40

Milton's Style imitated, in a Translation of a Story
out of the Third Æneid

46

The Campaign, a Poem, to his Grace the Duke of
Marlborough

Cowley's Epitaph on himself

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POEMATA.

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