i8o Toems on fever al Occajtons.
How canft thou thy Rofania prife, And be fo cruel and fo wife ? For if fuch rigid Policy Muft thy Refolves difpute with me, Where then is Friendfliip's Vidory ?
Kindnefs is of fo brave a make Twill rather Death than Bondage take, So that if thine no Power can have, Give it and me one common Grave, But quickly either kill or fave.
To my Ant en or, March 16th, i6ôlz.
MY dear Antenor now give oer, For my fake talk of Graves no more, Death is not in our Pow'r to gain, And is both wifli'd and fear'd in vain. Let's be as angry as we will, Grief fooner may diftrad than kill, And the Unhappy often prove Death is as coy a Thing as Love. Thofe whofe own Sword their Death did give, Afraid were or afliam'd to Live 5 And by an ad fo defperate, Did poorly run away from Fate 3
Tis
