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LADY.
O heavy news! muſt no longer ſtay?
How ſhall I face my Judge at the Great Day!
Down from her eyes her dying tears did flow,
And ſaid, There’s none knows what I undergo;
Upon a bed of ſorrow here I lie
Mv carnal life makes me afraid to die.
My ſins, alas! are many, groſs, and foul;
O! mav I now find mercy to my foul:
And tho’ I do deſerve the Almighty’s frown,
May he forgive, and pour his bleſſings down.
Then with a dying ſigh her heart did break,
And did the pleaſures of this world forſake.
Here may you ſee the high and mighty fall,
For death he ſheweth no reſpect at all,
To any one of high and low degree.
Great men ſubmit to Death, as well as we,
Tho’ they are gay their life is but a ſpan,
A lum of clay, ſo poor a creature's man.
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THE
WOUNDED HUSSAR.
Along the banks of the dark rolling Danube,
Fair Adelard walk’d when the battle was o’er;
O where haſt thou wander’d my deareſt lover?
Where doſt thou welter and bleed on the ſhore?
The voice which I hear, is it Henry that ſigh’d,
