VI.

If you intend to try your Power or Skill,

A Nobler way pursue the great Design:

The meanest Wretch on Earth knows how to kill;

But to preserve from Death's an Act Divine.

180VII.

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Like Heav'n, you with a Breath can Recreate

Your Creature, that without you does not Live:

Say that you Love, and you r'voke my Fate;

And I'm Immortal if you can forgive.

VIII.

My fiercest Wishes you shall then restrain,

And Love that tramples o'er my Heart subdue:

What doubt can of your mighty Pow'r remain,

When ever that submits and yields to you?

I believe I spoke from my Heart, when I told him I hated him; I'm sure I thought so then, when I saw him whom I believ'd to have an Esteem and Respect for me, act as if he had neither. I said the most violent things I could imagine against him, and left him without the least Reluctancy: But my Rage, or Hate, was soon converted to a Quiet Stupid Grief, that overwhelm'd my Soul, and left me not the Power of easing it the common way, in Tears or Complaints. I saw that I must resolve never to see him again, whatever it made me endure: And in fine, I saw all that could make me unhappy, without any hopes of a 

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