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DOBINDA.



Ah me I ah me I



THYRSIS.

DoRiNDA, why dost cry ?

DORINDA.

I'm sick^ Fm sick^ and fain would die.

THTRSIS.

Convince me now that this is true
By bidding, with me, all adieu.



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OF MABYELL. 85

DORINDA.

I cannot live without thee, I

Will for thee, much more with thee, die.

TUTRSIS*

Then let us give Corellia charge o*the sheep.
And thou and I pick poppies and them steep
In wine, and drink of it e*en till we weep,
So shall we smoothly pass away in sleep*



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86 THE POEMS



THE MATCH.



Natitbb had long a treasure made,

Of all her chaicest store,
Fearing^ when she should be decayed.

To beg in vain for more.

n.
Her orientest colours there,

And essences most pure,
With sweetest perfumes hoarded were,

All, as she thought, secure,

III.
She seldom them unlocked or used

But with the nicest care ;
For, with one grain of them diffused.

She could the world repair.

IV.

But likeness soon together drew,
What she did separate lay ;

Of which one perfect beauty grew,
And that was Celia.



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09 BIARYELL. 87



Love wisely had of long foreseen
That he must once grow old.

And therefore stored a magazine
To save him from the cold.

VI*

He kept the several cells replete

With nitre thrice refined,
The naphtha's and the sulphur's heat.

And all that bums the mind.

vn.

He fortified the double gate.

And rarely thither came ;
For, with one spark of these, he straight

All nature could inflame.

VIII*

Till, by vicinity so long,

A nearer way they sought,
And, grown magnetically strong.

Into each other wrought.

IX.