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From hence, let fierce contending nations know
Tis this that shakes our country with alarms,
END OF THE FIFTH ACT.
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!
To give you pain, themselves they punish moft.
Too oft they're cancel'd, though in convents made.
Blame not our conduct, fince we but pursue
What pains to get the gaudy thing you hate,
A Poem to his Majefty-prefented to the Right Hon.
To the King
Tranflation of all Virgil's Fourth Georgic, except
Song for St. Cecilia's Day, at Oxford
Account of the greatest English Poets. To Mr. Henry
Letter from Italy, to the Right Hon. Charles Lord
Milton's Style imitated, in a Translation of a Story
The Campaign, a Poem, to his Grace the Duke of
Cowley's Epitaph on himself