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410 THE POEMS OP ANNE �And in my best of Strength mark'd me a Dotard. �Defeated Armies, slaughter 'd Friends are here; �Disgraceful Bonds, and Cities laid in Ashes: �And if thou find'st, that Life will yet endure it, �Since what I here have lost 420 �So bow'd, so warning shalt thou see this Carcass, �That scarce thou wilt recall what once it was. �Then be instructed Thou, and All that hear me, �Not to expect the compass of soft Wishes, �Or constant Joys, which fly the fond Possessor. �Since Man, by swift returns of Good and III, �In all the Course of Life's uncertain still; �By Fortune favoured now, and now opprest, �And not, 'till Death, secure of Fame, or Rest. �A SONG �Designed to have been brought into the part between Climander and Herminia. �Wretched Amintor with a flame �Too strong to be subdu'd A nymph above his Rank and Name �Still eagerly pursu'd. �2 To gain her ev'ry art he try'd, �But no return procur'd, Mistook her prudence for her pride, �Nor guest what she endur'd. �3 �Till prostrate at her feet one day �Urging in deep dispair, Thus softly was she heard to say, �Or sight itt to the air. ��� �