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And for all this can give no reason why :
This is an holy-fifter, verily.
PRESERVED FROM AN OLD MANUSCRIPT.
THROW an apple up a hill,
Down the apple tumbles still;
Roll it down, it never stops
Till within the vale it drops :
So are all things prone to Love,
Down the mountain flows the stream,
Nought below, and nought above,
Metals grow within the mine,
Lufcious grapes upon
Still the needle marks the pole ;
'Tis a truth as clear, that Love
Man is born to live and die,
Does the cedar love the mountain ?
Thus by Nature all things move,
Should you this deny, you '11
As the wencher loves a lafs,
A a 2
When young maidens courtship shun,
Then fhali Nature ceafe to Love.
ON THE POWER OF LOVE.
BY MR. ABRAHAM COWLEY.
N. B. This is delivered down by tradition as a production of that celebrated poet; and was spoken at the Weftminster-School election, on the following fubjects.
"Nullis amor eft medicabilis herbis."
OL Daphne fees, and feeing her admires,
Had any remedy for Love been known,
To the Right Worshipful, my very loving Master Mr.
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