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122 THE POEMS OF ANNE ���THE EQUIPAGE �Written Originally in French by L'AbbG Reigner �Since the Road of Life's so ill ; I, to pass it, use this Skill, My frail Carriage driving home To its latest Stage, the Tomb. Justice first, in Harness strong, Marches stedfastly along: Charity, to smooth the Pace, Fills the next adjoining Trace: Independance leads the Way, Whom no heavy Curb do's sway ; Truth an equal Part sustains, All indulg'd the loosen'd Reins: In the Box fits vig'rous Health, Shunning miry Paths of Wealth : Gaiety with easy Smiles, Ev'ry harsher Step beguiles; Whilst of Nature, or of Fate Only This I wou'd intreat: The Equipage might not decay, Till the worn Carriage drops away. �MELINDA ON AN INSIPPID BEAUTY �In imitation of a fragment of Sapho's You, when your body, life shall leave Must drop entire, into the grave ; Unheeded, unregarded lye, And all of you together dye ; Must hide that fleeting charm, that face in dust, Or to some painted cloath, the slighted Immage trust, Whilst my fanvd works, shall throo' all times surprise My polish'd thoughts, my bright Ideas rise, And to new men be known, still talking to their eyes. ��� �