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that «toy, my dear I
His disordered locks he tare,
And with rolling eyes did glare.
And his cruel fate forswear.



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OP MARVELL. 07

X.

As the soul of one scarce dead.
With the shrieks of friends aghast.
Looks distracted back in haste,
And then straight again is fled ;

XI.

So did wretched Daphnis look.
Frighting her he loved most ;
At the last this lover's ghost.
Thus his leave resolved took.

XII.

** Are my hell and heaven joined,
More to torture him that dies ?
Could departure not suffice,
But that you must then grow kind ?

XIII.

" Ah !
my Chloe, how have I
Such a wretched minute found.
When thy favours should me wound.
More than all thy cruelty ?

XIV. '

^ So to the condemned wight.
The delicious cup we fill,
And allow him all he will,
For his last and short delight.



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XV.

" But I will not now begin
Such a debt unto my foe,
Nor to my departure owe,
What my presence could not win.

XVI.

*^ Absence is too much alone ;
Better 'tis to go in peace,
Than my losses to increase,
By a late fruition.

XVII.

** Why should I enrich my fate ?
Tis a vanity to wear.
For my executioner.
Jewels of so high a rate.

xvin.