Tixall Poetry.
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Come once unto your memory, unless
It be to encrease your present happyness.
May still the settled quiet of those mindes,
Which nether interest nor passion blindes,
Bus’ness disturbes, or sickness vexes, be
Inferior to your minde’s tranquillity.
May all your riches with success be crowned,
And greater pleasure by you in them founde,
Than hope e’re promised your most stronge desire,
While to possession you did still aspire.
May the most envious your joys confess,
And such as that you merite all profess.
May all the joy that witte did e’re invent,
Afection ever wish, or heaven e’re sent,
Be all your owne, and what still more can be,
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MConspire to make up your felicitie.
May every day those joys repeated see,
Till swallowed up in blest eternitie.
It be to encrease your present happyness.
May still the settled quiet of those mindes,
Which nether interest nor passion blindes,
Bus’ness disturbes, or sickness vexes, be
Inferior to your minde’s tranquillity.
May all your riches with success be crowned,
And greater pleasure by you in them founde,
Than hope e’re promised your most stronge desire,
While to possession you did still aspire.
May the most envious your joys confess,
And such as that you merite all profess.
May all the joy that witte did e’re invent,
Afection ever wish, or heaven e’re sent,
Be all your owne, and what still more can be,
I
C
K
GA.
R
W
F
MConspire to make up your felicitie.
May every day those joys repeated see,
Till swallowed up in blest eternitie.
