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From hence, let fierce contending nations know
[ Exeunt Omnes.
END OF THE FIFTH ACT.
WRITTEN BY SIR SAMUEL GARTH.
HAT odd fantastic things we women do !
But die a maid, yet have the choice of two !
Blame not our conduct, since we but pursue Those lively lessons we have learnt from you. Your breasts no more the fire of beauty warms, But wicked wealth usurps the power of charms.
What pains to get the gaudy thing you hate,
eyes shall utter what the lips conceal:
ADDISON'S PO E M S.
Account of the greatest English Poets. To Mr. Henry
Cowley's Epitaph on himself
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