ABSTRACT
Might I chufe my way o f dying, I could wilh the arrow flying From Fortunes Quiver, not from yours. For in the fad unufual ftory
How my wretched heart was torn, It will more concern your glory, I by abfencc fell then fcorn.
Might I chufe my way o f dying, I could wilh the arrow flying From Fortunes Quiver, not from yours. For in the fad unufual ftory
How my wretched heart was torn, It will more concern your glory, I by abfencc fell then fcorn.