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PASTAS .. ; , v V ; ~ ¦ WILBV ^ 1600 . Love me not for comely grace , . "For . my pleasing eye or face , ^ H ^ Porthose So thou aiid I shall sever . Ke e ^^ jte So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon hie ev 0 r .
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ATTRIBUTED TO AOTREW MABVELL . I . Blest he , that with a mighty hand Does bravely his own fate command ; Whom threatening ills and flattering pleasures find
Safe in the empire of a constant mind ; Who from the peaceful beach descries Repining man in the world's ocean tost , And with a cheerful smile defies The storm in which the discontented ' s lost .
ii . Content our best of friends , for thou In our necessities art so , 'Midst all our ill , a blessing still in store ,
Joy to the rich , and riches to the poor . Thou chymick good—thou canst alone From fate ' s most poisonous drugs rich cordials raise ; Thou truest philosophic stone , That turhest life's melancholy dross to golden days , '
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PASTAS .. ; , v V ; ~ ¦ WILBV ^ 1600 . Love me not for comely grace , . "For . my pleasing eye or face , ^ H ^ Porthose So thou aiid I shall sever . Ke e ^^ jte So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon hie ev 0 r .
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ATTRIBUTED TO AOTREW MABVELL . I . Blest he , that with a mighty hand Does bravely his own fate command ; Whom threatening ills and flattering pleasures find
Safe in the empire of a constant mind ; Who from the peaceful beach descries Repining man in the world's ocean tost , And with a cheerful smile defies The storm in which the discontented ' s lost .
ii . Content our best of friends , for thou In our necessities art so , 'Midst all our ill , a blessing still in store ,
Joy to the rich , and riches to the poor . Thou chymick good—thou canst alone From fate ' s most poisonous drugs rich cordials raise ; Thou truest philosophic stone , That turhest life's melancholy dross to golden days , '