Love
,
Death
,
and
Reputation
.
REputation
,
Love
,
and
Death
,
(
The
Last
all
Bones
,
the
First
all
Breath
,
The
Midd'st
compos'd
of
restless
Fire
)
From
each
other
wou'd
Retire
;
Thro'
the
World
resolv'd
to
stray
,
Every
One
a
several
Way
;
Exercising
,
as
they
went
,
Each
such
Power
,
as
Fate
had
lent
;
Which
,
if
it
united
were
,
Wretched
Mortals
cou'd
not
bear
:
But
as
parting
Friends
do
show
,
To
what
Place
they
mean
to
go
,
Correspondence
to
engage
,
Nominate
their
utmost
Stage
;
Death
declar'd
,
he
wou'd
be
found
Near
the
fatal
Trumpet's
sound
;
Or
where
Pestilences
reign
,
And
Quacks
the
greater
Plagues
maintain
;
Shaking
still
his
sandy
Glass
,
And
mowing
Human
Flesh
,
like
Grass
.
Love
,
as
next
his
Leave
he
took
,
Cast
on
both
so
sweet
a
Look
,
As
their
Tempers
near
disarm'd
,
One
relax'd
,
and
t'other
warm'd
;
Shades
for
his
Retreat
he
chose
,
Rural
Plains
,
and
soft
Repose
;
Where
no
Dowry
e'er
was
paid
,
Where
no
Jointure
e'er
was
made
;
No
Ill
Tongue
the
Nymph
perplex'd
,
Where
no
Forms
the
Shepherd
vex'd
;
Where
Himself
shou'd
be
the
Care
,
Of
the
Fond
and
of
the
Fair
:
Where
that
was
,
they
soon
shou'd
know
,
Au
Revoir
!
then
turn'd
to
Go
.
Reputation
made
a
Pause
,
Suiting
her
severer
Laws
;
Second
Thoughts
,
and
Third
she
us'd
,
Weighing
Consequences
mus'd
;
When
,
at
length
to
both
she
cry'd
:
You
Two
safely
may
Divide
,
To
th'
Antipodes
may
fall
,
And
re-ascend
th'
encompast
Ball
;
Certain
still
to
meet
agen
In
the
Breasts
of
tortur'd
Men
;
Who
by
One
(
too
far
)
betray'd
,
Call
in
t'other
to
their
Aid
:
Whilst
I
Tender
,
Coy
,
and
Nice
,
Rais'd
and
ruin'd
in
a
Trice
,
Either
six
with
those
I
grace
;
Or
abandoning
the
Place
,
No
Return
my
Nature
bears
,
From
green
Youth
,
or
hoary
Hairs
;
If
thro'
Guilt
,
or
Chance
,
I
sever
,
I
once
Parting
,
Part
for
ever
.