WINIFREDA. John Gilbert Cooper 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. T124631 1073 K099398.000 Mendez, Moses. A collection of the most esteemed pieces of poetry: that have appeared for several years. With variety of originals, by the late Moses Mendez, Esq; and other contributors to Dodsley's collection. To which this is intended as a supplement. London printed for Richardson and Urquhart 1767 pp. 153-154. [8],320p. ; 8⁰.

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WINIFREDA . AWAY ; let nought to love displeasing , My Winifreda , move your care ; Let nought delay the heavenly blessing , Nor squeamish pride , nor gloomy fear . What tho' no grants of royal donors With pompous titles grace our blood ? We'll shine in more substantial honors , And to be noble we'll be good . Our name , while virtue thus we tender , Will sweetly sound where-e'er 'tis spoke : And all the great ones , they shall wonder How they respect such little folk . What though from fortune's lavish bounty No mighty treasures we possess , We'll find within our pittance plenty , And be content without excess . Still shall each returning season Sufficient for our wishes give ; For we will live a life of reason , And that's the only life to live . Through youth and age in love excelling , We'll hand in hand together tread ; Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling , And babes , sweet-smiling babes , our bed . How should I love the pretty creatures , While round my knees they fondly clung ; To see them look their mothers features , To hear them lisp their mothers tongue . And when with envy time transported , Shall think to rob us of our joys , You'll in your girls again be courted , And I'll go a wooing in my boys .