Love, Death, and Reputation. Anne Finch (née Kingsmill), countess of Winchilsea Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T94539 pp. 274-5 K076314.000 Winchilsea, Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of, 1661-1720. Miscellany poems, on several occasions: Written by the Right Honble Anne, Countess of Winchilsea. London printed for J. B. and sold by Benj. Tooke, William Taylor, and James Round 1713 pp. 29-31. [8],390p. ; 8⁰.

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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 .