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The Freemasons' Magazine, Letter From Mr. J. Teru To Doctor Birch, Dated June 25th, 1728.
THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE , LETTER FROM MR . J . TERU TO DOCTOR BIRCH , Dated June 25 th , 1728 .
DEAR FRIEND , I doubt not but you will be sensible the following Lines are the same I repeated to you some Days ago , a Latin Translation of which I expect with Impatience from your masterly Pen , in consequence of your Promise . / am , your assured Friend and Servant , J . TERU .
The Fly, Addressed To Mrs. ******.
THE FLY , ADDRESSED TO MRS . ****** .
*| T TTOW weak is man ! how little does he know jTJji . What makes him happy , or what keeps him so ! Fondly he longs his ruin to enjoy , And restless seeks what must his rest destroy . Had I contented at a distance stood , And with th' admiring world your merits view'd , All had been well , and I with them , at ease , Had still commended what must always please ;
But I , ambitious of a tie more close With 3 'our dear self than common friendship knows Hop'd by a near approach to you , to find Peace to my heart , and pleasure to my mind ; So boldly ventur'd , and the torments share , Which rise from love , attended with despair . Pleas'd with the beauties of the taper ' s light , Whose brightness dissipates the shades of night ;
Thus first the Fly at awful distance plays , And in large circles courts its lovely rays : Then by degrees in narrower tours he moves , And ventures nearer to the flame he loves ; Till the poor insect by its influence warm'd , Blind with its splendour , to his ruin charm'd , With desp ' rate speed impatient of delay , ~\ To its embraces wings his fatal way , > But , oh ! his life must for his rashness pay . J Unequal to the object he admires , Soon as the flame he touches—he expires !
Lines By Mrs. Robinson.
LINES BY MRS . ROBINSON .
FTEAV'N knows I never would repine J _ Though FORTUNE ' S fiercest frowns were mine If FATE would grant that o ' er my tomb One littJJe' Laurel Wreath might bloom , AncTMEM ' RY sometimes wander near To bid it live—and drop a tear !
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The Freemasons' Magazine, Letter From Mr. J. Teru To Doctor Birch, Dated June 25th, 1728.
THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE , LETTER FROM MR . J . TERU TO DOCTOR BIRCH , Dated June 25 th , 1728 .
DEAR FRIEND , I doubt not but you will be sensible the following Lines are the same I repeated to you some Days ago , a Latin Translation of which I expect with Impatience from your masterly Pen , in consequence of your Promise . / am , your assured Friend and Servant , J . TERU .
The Fly, Addressed To Mrs. ******.
THE FLY , ADDRESSED TO MRS . ****** .
*| T TTOW weak is man ! how little does he know jTJji . What makes him happy , or what keeps him so ! Fondly he longs his ruin to enjoy , And restless seeks what must his rest destroy . Had I contented at a distance stood , And with th' admiring world your merits view'd , All had been well , and I with them , at ease , Had still commended what must always please ;
But I , ambitious of a tie more close With 3 'our dear self than common friendship knows Hop'd by a near approach to you , to find Peace to my heart , and pleasure to my mind ; So boldly ventur'd , and the torments share , Which rise from love , attended with despair . Pleas'd with the beauties of the taper ' s light , Whose brightness dissipates the shades of night ;
Thus first the Fly at awful distance plays , And in large circles courts its lovely rays : Then by degrees in narrower tours he moves , And ventures nearer to the flame he loves ; Till the poor insect by its influence warm'd , Blind with its splendour , to his ruin charm'd , With desp ' rate speed impatient of delay , ~\ To its embraces wings his fatal way , > But , oh ! his life must for his rashness pay . J Unequal to the object he admires , Soon as the flame he touches—he expires !
Lines By Mrs. Robinson.
LINES BY MRS . ROBINSON .
FTEAV'N knows I never would repine J _ Though FORTUNE ' S fiercest frowns were mine If FATE would grant that o ' er my tomb One littJJe' Laurel Wreath might bloom , AncTMEM ' RY sometimes wander near To bid it live—and drop a tear !