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875. TO ELECTRA.

Let not thy tombstone e'er be laid by me:
Nor let my hearse be wept upon by thee:
But let that instant when thou diest be known
The minute of mine expiration.
One knell be rung for both; and let one grave
To hold us two an endless honour have.


876. HOW HIS SOUL CAME ENSNARED.

My soul would one day go and seek
For roses, and in Julia's cheek
A richesse of those sweets she found,
As in another Rosamond.
But gathering roses as she was,
Not knowing what would come to pass,
It chanc'd a ringlet of her hair
Caught my poor soul, as in a snare:
Which ever since has been in thrall;
Yet freedom she enjoys withal.
Richesse, wealth.


877. FACTIONS.

The factions of the great ones call,
To side with them, the commons all.


881. UPON JULIA'S HAIR BUNDLED UP IN A
GOLDEN NET.

Tell me, what needs those rich deceits,
These golden toils, and trammel nets,