O launch thy bark, fecure of profp'rous gales;
Cupid for thee shall spread the fwelling fails.
If you will fly--- (yet ah! what cause can be,
Too cruel youth, that you should fly from me?)
If not from Phaon I muft hope for ease,
Ah let me feek it from the raging feas:
To raging feas unpity'd I'll remove,
And either cease to live or cease to love!

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BELARD and Eloifa flourished in the twelfth Century, they were two of the most distinguished perfons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate paffion. After a long course of calamities, they retired each to a feveral Convent, and confecrated the remainder of their days to religion. It was many years after this feparation, that a letter of Abelard's to a Friend, which contained the hiftory of his misfortune, fell into the hands of Eloifa. This awakening all her tenderness, occafioned those celebrated letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which give fo lively a picture of the ftruggles of grace and nature, virtue and paffion.

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