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The Poems of Anne
'Tis not much wonder, if affairs go ill.Then for the Church-men—hold my lodging's here;Nor can I longer a re-proof forbearWhen sacred things nor Persons she wou'd spare. 240 We parted thus, the night in peace I spent,And the next day, with haste and pleasure wentTo the best seat of fam'd and fertile Kent.Where lett me live from all detraction freeTill thus the World is criticis'd by mee;Till freind, and Foe, I treat with such dispiteMay I no scorn, the worst of ills, excite.

FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN EPHELIA AND ARDELIA

Eph. What Friendship is, Ardelia shew.Ard. 'Tis to love, as I love You.Eph. This Account, so short (tho' kind)Eph. Suits not my enquiring Mind.Eph. Therefore farther now repeat;Eph. What is Friendship when compleat?Ard. 'Tis to share all Joy and Grief;Eph. 'Tis to lend all due ReliefEph. From the Tongue, the Heart, the Hand;Eph. 'Tis to mortgage House and Land;Eph. For a Friend be sold a Slave;Eph. 'Tis to die upon a Grave,Eph. If a Friend therein do lie.Eph. This indeed, tho' carry'd high,Eph. This, tho' more than e'er was doneEph. Underneath the rolling Sun,Eph. This has all been said before.Eph. Can Ardelia say no more?Ard. Words indeed no more can shew:Eph. But 'tis to love, as I love you.
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