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Ardelia to Melancholy

 At last, my old inveterate foe,
No opposition shalt thou know.
Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease of pain, I will att last, no more do soe, Tho' I confesse, I have apply'd Sweet mirth, and musick, and have try'd A thousand other arts beside, To drive thee from my darken'd breast, Thou, who hast banish'd all my rest.
But, though sometimes, a short repreive they gave, Unable they, and far too weak, to save; All arts to quell, did but augment thy force, As rivers check'd, break with a wilder course.
Freindship, I to my heart have laid, Freindship, th' applauded sov'rain aid, And thought that charm so strong wou'd prove, As to compell thee, to remove; And to myself, I boasting said, Now I a conqu'rer sure shall be, The end of all my conflicts, see, And noble tryumph, wait on me; My dusky, sullen foe, will sure N'er this united charge endure.
But leaning on this reed, ev'n whilst I spoke It peirc'd my hand, and into peices broke.
Still, some new object, or new int'rest came And loos'd the bonds, and quite disolv'd the claim.
These failing, I invok'd a Muse, And Poetry wou'd often use, To guard me from thy Tyrant pow'r; And to oppose thee ev'ry hour New troops of fancy's, did I chuse.
Alas! in vain, for all agree To yeild me Captive up to thee, And heav'n, alone, can sett me free.
Thou, through my life, wilt with me goe, And make ye passage, sad, and slow.
All, that cou'd ere thy ill gott rule, invade, Their uselesse arms, before thy feet have laid; The Fort is thine, now ruin'd, all within, Whilst by decays without, thy Conquest too, is seen.

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