Peggy, I must love thee, pp.56-57.

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AS from a rock past all relief, 

The shipwrackt Colin spying 

His native soil, o’ercome with grief, 

Half sunk in waves, and dying: 

With the next morning sun he spies 

A ship, which gives unhop’d surprise; 

New life springs up, he lifts his eyes 

With joy, and waits her motion. 


So when by her whom long I lov’d, 

I scorn’d was, and deserted, 

Low with despair my spirits mov’d, 

To be for ever parted: 

Thus droopt I, till diviner grace 

I found in Peggy’s mind and face; 

Ingratitude appear’d then base, 

But vertue more engaging. 


Then now since happily I’ve hit, 

I’ll have no more delaying; 

Let beauty yield to manly wit, 

We lose ourselves in staying: 

I’ll hast dull courtship to a close, 

Since marriage can my fears oppose; 

Why should we happy minutes lose, 

Since, Peggy, I must love thee? 


Men may be foolish, if they please, 

And deem’t a lover’s duty, 

To sigh, and sacrifice their ease, 

Doating on a proud beauty: 

Such was my case for many a year, 

Still hope succeeding to my fear, 

False Betty’s charms now disappear, 

Since Peggy’s far outshine them. 

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