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Anne Kingsmill Finch - A Letter ToThe Same PersonAnne Kingsmill Finch - A Letter ToThe Same Person
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Sure of Success, to You I boldly write, Whilst Love do`s ev`ry tender Line endite; Love, who is justly President of Verse, Which all his Servants write, or else rehearse. Phoebus (howe`er mistaken Poets dream) Ne`er us`d a Verse, till Love became his Theme. To his stray`d Son, still as his Passion rose, He rais`d his hasty Voice in clam`rous Prose: But when in Daphne he wou`d Love inspire, He woo`d in Verse, set to his silver Lyre.  The Trojan Prince did pow`rful Numbers join To sing of War; but Love was the Design: And sleeping Troy again in Flames was drest, To light the Fires in pitying Dido`s Breast.  Love without Poetry`s refining Aid Is a dull Bargain, and but coarsely made; Nor e`er cou`d Poetry successful prove, Or touch the Soul, but when the Sense was Love.  Oh! cou`d they both in Absence now impart Skill to my Hand, but to describe my Heart; Then shou`d you see impatient of your Stay Soft Hopes contend with Fears of sad Delay; Love in a thousand fond Endearments there, And lively Images of You appear. But since the Thoughts of a Poetick Mind Will never be to Syllables confin`d; And whilst to fix what is conceiv`d, we try, The purer Parts evaporate and dye: You must perform what they want force to do, And think what your ARDELIA thinks of you.
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