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O let thy terrors, and his anguish end!<br />
Be thou his Father, and be thou his Friend:<br />
Receive the Son Thou didst so long reprove,<br />
Thou art the God of love.<br />
Harry Martin’s Epitaph on Himself 206<br />
Here, or elsewhere, (all’s one to you, to me)<br />
Earth, Air, or Water, gripes my Ghostless Dust.<br />
None knowing when brave Fire shall set it free;<br />
Reader, if you an oft-tried Rule will trust,<br />
You’ll gladly do and suffer what you must!<br />
A Sigh 207<br />
Gentlest Air, thou Breath of Lovers,<br />
Vapour from a Secret Fire;<br />
Which by Thee itself discovers,<br />
Ever daring to aspire.<br />
Softest Note of whisper’d Anguish,<br />
Harmony’s refined Part,<br />
Striking, while Thou seem’st to languish,<br />
Full upon the List’ner’s Heart.<br />
Softest Messenger of Passion,<br />
Stealing thro’ a Crowd of Spies;<br />
Which constrain the outward Fashion,<br />
Close the Lips, and guard the Eyes.<br />
Shapeless Sigh, we ne’er can show Thee,<br />
Form’d but to assault the Ear;<br />
Yet e’er to their Cost they know Thee,<br />
Ev’ry Nymph may read Thee here.<br />
206 “Harry Martin’s Epitaph,” by Himself, in Dryden, ed., Miscellany, 3:142.<br />
207 “A Sigh,” in Dryden, ed., Miscellany, 3:189.<br />
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