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Tixall Poetry.
Upon Mr Abraham Cowley's Retirement.
Ode
I.
No, no, unfaithfull world, thou hast
Too long my easy heart betray'd;
And me too long thy football made.
But I am wiser grown at last,
And will improve by all that I have past.
I know 'twas just I should be practis'd on,
For I was told before,
And told in sober and instructive lore,
How little all that trusted thee had won;
And yet I would make haste to be undon.
Now by my suffering I am better taught,
And shall no more commit the stupid fault.
No, no, unfaithfull world, thou hast
Too long my easy heart betray'd;
And me too long thy football made.
But I am wiser grown at last,
And will improve by all that I have past.
I know 'twas just I should be practis'd on,
For I was told before,
And told in sober and instructive lore,
How little all that trusted thee had won;
And yet I would make haste to be undon.
Now by my suffering I am better taught,
And shall no more commit the stupid fault.
