COUNTESS or WINCHILSEA 67 �Which the (too pow'full) Norman once withstood, Beneath the covert of a moving Wood) Unconquer'd still, 't'have kept his native Land, Help'd to disperse her Cares, and make her fears disband. ���Such, were His Actions; such, his just Dessigns; 181 �But far too weak, are these imperfect Lines, (Th' unskill'd attempts of an inferiour Muse) �To paint a Mind, so exquisitely bright ; �To sett such Vertues, in their noblest light, �Or in our anxious greif , pathetick thoughts infuse. No lesse Applause, no lesse exalted Verse, �Then once adorn'd our boasted Sydney's Hearse, �Shou'd to his Caracter, do equal right; �Shou'd of this second Astrophel, endite, "As much the Poets Friend, as much the Worlds delight." �ENQUIRY AFTER PEACE A Fragment �Peace ! where art thou to be found? �Where, in all the spacious Round, �May thy Footsteps be pursu'd? �Where may thy calm Seats be view'd? �On some Mountain dost thou lie, �Serenely near the ambient Sky, �Smiling at the Clouds below, �Where rough Storms and Tempests grow? �Or, in some retired Plain, �Undisturb'd dost thou remain? 10 �Where no angry Whirlwinds pass, �Where no Floods oppress the Grass. �High above, or deep below, ��� �
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