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Mary Barber

Totthe Right Honourable the Lady Elizabeth Germain, Upon Seeing Her Do a Generous Action.

When Ruin threaten’d me of late,
With all its ghastly Train;
Some Pow’r, in Pity to my Fate,
Sent bountiful Germain,
 
Her Soul is mov’d with my Distress,
And kind Compassion shows;
That gen’rous Hand, long us’d to bless,
Quick mitigates my Woes.
 
Thrice happy Fair! indulgent Heav’n
To Thee was doubly kind:
To others only Hearts are giv’n;
Thy Fortune suits thy Mind.

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I grieve to think that Waller’s b… Waller, so long, so justly, fam’d. Then own your Verses writ in Hast… Or I shall say, you’ve lost your… Perhaps your loyal Heart disdains
An Apology Written for my Son to the Reverend Mr. Sampson,

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To His Grace the Duke of Buckingham and Normanby, at the Camp Before Philipsburgh.

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Should you employ your Ridicule, On those who Pity claim? Think, Birtha, is the native Fool For Wit a proper Theme? On Vice your hum’rous Vein displa…
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WELL you Sincerity display, A virtue wond’rous rare! Nor value, tho’ the world should s… You’re rude, so you’re sincere. To be sincere, then, give me leave…
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To the Right Hon. the Lady Carte… Weary’d with long Attendance on t… You, Madam, are the Wretch’s last… Eternal King! if here in vain I c… Where shall the Fatherless and Wi…
Verses Ty’D About a Fawn’s Neck

As thro’ this sylvan Scene I stra… I saw and lov’d the Iv’ry Maid: And hearing that she fled from Ma… I begg’d this Form of mighty Pan; To try, by ev’ry winning Art,
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Once Jupiter, from out the Skies, Beheld a thousand Temples rise; The Goddess Fortune all invok’d, To Jove an Altar seldom smoak’d: The God resolv’d to make Inspecti…
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When Cynthia, Regent of the Tide… Pale in meridian Pride presides; A Sov’reign Pow’r the Goddess cl… O’er Seas, and Sea—supplying Str… The River of the richest Source
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