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Mary Barber

Mary Barber

The Resolution

The Favours of Fortune I once hop’d to gain,
And often invok’d her, but ever in vain.
She despis’d my Addresses, which gave me such Grief,
I flew to the Muses, in Hopes of Relief.
Ah Wretch that I was! I might very well know,
’Twas the Method to make her for ever my Foe.
They laugh’d at the Goddess, and bid me despise her;
But Time and Experience have made me grow wiser.
This unhappy Mistake I resolve to repair.
O Fortune! thy Votaries must persevere.

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