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And have ye wept ? O then , I ' m sure ye'U come Draw Pity's veil o ' er hapless Julia's tomb ! O , ye will " wish her gentle spirit rest , And bid the sod lie lightly on her breast I " As for the rest , too well , too well I know , How envy influences all below ;
But of all forms the Demons us'd to bear , To hide her shape , and wage the cruel war , Unblemish'd Chastity she most affects , And , dress'd like woman , rails at all the sex : Malignant smiles to see a sinking maid , Raises the tempest round her friendless head ; And though o'erwhelm'd beneath her fatal pow ' r , ' ¦ Breaks in upon the grave ' s most solemn hour ; ' Consigns to infamy her wretched prey , Nor then without reluctance dies away .
O how unlike the wond ' rous Man , whose heart In all our sorrows took a brother ' s part ; Senfdown from Heav ' ri to comfort , not to kill , His duty seem'd but second to his will ; * Trembling with fear , and waiting his commands , Her eyes cast down , lo , where the culprit stands-Fair , would she speakbut grief withholds the word
, . She rather sobs than answers " No man , Lord : " " Neither do I condemn thee , " said the saint ; Ye then that do , are ye more free from taint ? Search each his heart , when that is fully known , Then , with what face ye may , cast the first stone .
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To the EDITOPv of the FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE . SIR , THE following elegant Stanzas were written by ARTHUR LORD CAPEL , in the Tower , during the usurpation of CROMWELL . A mutilated copy of them having lately appeared in some of the Public Prints , has induced me to send you an exact transcript . At a time like the present , they cannot but afford peculiar pleasure to every friend of humanity , elegance , and loyalty . lam , & c . w .
BEAT on proud billows , Boreas blow , Swell curled waves high as Jove's roof ; Your incivility doth show That innocence is tempest proof . Though surly Nereus frown , my thoughts are calm ; Then strike Affliction , for thy wounds are balm * That which the world miscals a gaol
, A private closet is to me : Whilst a good conscience is my bail , And innocence my liberty : Locks , bars , and solitude , together met , Make me no prisoner , but an anchoret .
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And have ye wept ? O then , I ' m sure ye'U come Draw Pity's veil o ' er hapless Julia's tomb ! O , ye will " wish her gentle spirit rest , And bid the sod lie lightly on her breast I " As for the rest , too well , too well I know , How envy influences all below ;
But of all forms the Demons us'd to bear , To hide her shape , and wage the cruel war , Unblemish'd Chastity she most affects , And , dress'd like woman , rails at all the sex : Malignant smiles to see a sinking maid , Raises the tempest round her friendless head ; And though o'erwhelm'd beneath her fatal pow ' r , ' ¦ Breaks in upon the grave ' s most solemn hour ; ' Consigns to infamy her wretched prey , Nor then without reluctance dies away .
O how unlike the wond ' rous Man , whose heart In all our sorrows took a brother ' s part ; Senfdown from Heav ' ri to comfort , not to kill , His duty seem'd but second to his will ; * Trembling with fear , and waiting his commands , Her eyes cast down , lo , where the culprit stands-Fair , would she speakbut grief withholds the word
, . She rather sobs than answers " No man , Lord : " " Neither do I condemn thee , " said the saint ; Ye then that do , are ye more free from taint ? Search each his heart , when that is fully known , Then , with what face ye may , cast the first stone .
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To the EDITOPv of the FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE . SIR , THE following elegant Stanzas were written by ARTHUR LORD CAPEL , in the Tower , during the usurpation of CROMWELL . A mutilated copy of them having lately appeared in some of the Public Prints , has induced me to send you an exact transcript . At a time like the present , they cannot but afford peculiar pleasure to every friend of humanity , elegance , and loyalty . lam , & c . w .
BEAT on proud billows , Boreas blow , Swell curled waves high as Jove's roof ; Your incivility doth show That innocence is tempest proof . Though surly Nereus frown , my thoughts are calm ; Then strike Affliction , for thy wounds are balm * That which the world miscals a gaol
, A private closet is to me : Whilst a good conscience is my bail , And innocence my liberty : Locks , bars , and solitude , together met , Make me no prisoner , but an anchoret .