Tixall Poetry.
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Go, get some other foole,
Whom thou mayst next cajole:
On me thy frowns thou dost in vain bestow,
For I know how
To be as coy and as reserv'd as thou.
Whom thou mayst next cajole:
On me thy frowns thou dost in vain bestow,
For I know how
To be as coy and as reserv'd as thou.
II.
In my remote and humble seat,
Now I'me again possest
Of that late fugitive my breast.
From all thy tumults, and from all thy heat,
I'le find a quiet and a coole retreat:
And on the fetters I have worne,
Looke with experienc'd and revengfull scorne:
In this my sov'rain privacy,
'Tis true I cannot governe thee;
But yet myselfe I may subdue:
And 'tis the nobler empire of the two.
If every passion had got leave
Its satisfaction to receive,
Yet I would it a higher pleasure call,
To conquer one, then to endulge them all.
In my remote and humble seat,
Now I'me again possest
Of that late fugitive my breast.
From all thy tumults, and from all thy heat,
I'le find a quiet and a coole retreat:
And on the fetters I have worne,
Looke with experienc'd and revengfull scorne:
In this my sov'rain privacy,
'Tis true I cannot governe thee;
But yet myselfe I may subdue:
And 'tis the nobler empire of the two.
If every passion had got leave
Its satisfaction to receive,
Yet I would it a higher pleasure call,
To conquer one, then to endulge them all.
