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Poem by William Somerville

The Coquet

When torturd by the cruel Fair,
And almost mad with wild Despair,
	My fleeting Spirits rove;
One cordial Glance restores her Slave,
Redeems me from the gapeing Grave,
	And sooths my Soul to Love.

Thus in a Sea of Doubt Im tossd,
Now sunk, now thrown upon the Coast;
	What Wretch can long endure
Such odd, perplexing Pangs as these,
When neither mortal the Disease,
	Nor yet compleat the Cure?

Proud Tyrant! since to save, or kill,
Depends on thy capricious Will,
	This milder Sentence give;
Reverse my strange, untoward Fate,
Oh! let me perish by thy Hate,
	Or by thy Kindness live.

William Somerville

William Somerville's other poems:
  1. A Padlock for the Mouth
  2. The Two Springs
  3. The Oyster
  4. For the Lute
  5. The Dog and the Bear

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  • William Davenant The Coquet ("TIS, in good truth, a most wonderful thing")

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