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Admits the sea ; in at the gaping side
they pray: (Vain efforts !) still the battering waves rush in, Implacable, till, delug'd by the foam, The ship sinks foundering in the vast abyss.
Abberley, Worcestershire, 1663-about 1709.
The friend of Dryden and of Pope, who repaid his friend.
ship by more praise than his writings deserve, but probably not more than he was entitled to by his talents.
The Despairing Lover.
DISTRACTED with care
When in rage he came there, Beholding how steep The sides did appear, And the bottom how deep; His torments projecting, And sadly reflecting, That a lover forsaken A new love may get, But
neck when once broken
Of all the torments, all the cares,
With which our lives are curst;
Sure rivals are the worst !
Amictions easier grow;
Companions of our woe.
Sylvia, for all the pangs you see
Are labouring in my breast,
Would you but slight the rest !
With them alone I'll cope ; I can endure my own despair,
But not another's hope,
Horace, Ode III. Book III.
The man that's resolute and just,
Nor hopes nor fears can blind :
Can shake his steady mind.
Not parties for revenge engaged,
Nor storms where fleets despair ;
Not touch his soul with fear.
From this the Grecian glory rose;
Of this their poets sung.
And great Nassau a king.