Original - Duke Divinity School

See Zephyrus through the Leaves doth stray,
And has free Liberty to play:
And braid thy Locks: And shall I find
Less Favour then the saucy Wind?
Now let me sit, and fix my Eyes,
On Thee that art my Paradise.
Thou art my All: The Spring remains
In the fair Violets of thy Veins:
Yet that it is a summer’s day,
The 85 Cherries in thy Lips display.
And if I would for Autumn Seek.
’Tis in the Apples of thy Cheek.
But that which only moves my Smart,
Is to see Winter in thy Heart! … 86
(State Verses)
[Most by Samuel Wesley Jr., in manuscript] 87
One Good Turn Requires Another 88
When Patriots sent a Bishop 89 ’cross the Seas,
They met, to fix their Pains and Penalties;
While true-blue Blood-hounds on his Death were bent,
Thy Mercy, Walpole, 90 voted Banishment;
Or forc’d thy Sovereign’s orders to perform,
Or Proud to Govern, as to Raise the Storm.
Thy Goodness, shown in such a dangerous Day,
He only who received it can repay:
85Ori. “Ripe.”
86Wesley omits remainder of poem (140 lines) where writer speaks of wanting to touch the breast and thighs
of his beloved Phyllis.
87Wesley is copying here some manuscript poems by his brother Samuel. None were published at the time
when Wesley copies, and most remained unpublished until a mid-nineteenth century, enlarged edition of Samuel’s
poetry: Samuel Wesley Jr. (1691–1739), Poems on Several Occasions (London: Simpkin, Marshall, and Co, 1862).
Poems will be cited by first edition in which they were published.
88Samuel Wesley Jr., ms; cf. Poems (1862), 631.
89 Francis Atterbury (1663–1732).
90 Robert Walpole (1676–1745).
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