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Tixall Poetry.
Noe, Phillis, noe, your hart to move
Another way I'll try,
And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on, and die.
Another way I'll try,
And to revenge my slighted love,
Will still love on, and die.
When kild with greife Amintas lies,
And you to mind will call,
Those sighs that now unpitied rise,
Those teares that faintly fall;
That happy houre that ends my smart
Will then begin your paine,
For such a faithfull tender hart
Will never breake in vaine.
And you to mind will call,
Those sighs that now unpitied rise,
Those teares that faintly fall;
That happy houre that ends my smart
Will then begin your paine,
For such a faithfull tender hart
Will never breake in vaine.
LVIII.
The Irresistible Beauty.
When busie fame ore all the plaine
Philena's praises rung,
Philena's praises rung,
