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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408451" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>AN ELEGY Upon Mrs. Kirk unfortunately drowned in Thames</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all the Ship-wracks, and the liquid graves <br>Lost men have gain'd within the furrow'd waves, <br>The Sea hath fin'd and for our wrongs paid use, <br>When its wrought foam a Venus did produce. <br>But what repair wilt thou unhappy Thames <br>Afford our losse? thy dull unactive streames <br>Can no new beauty raise, nor yet restore <br>Her who by thee was ravisht from our shore: <br>Whose death hath stain'd the glory of thy flood, <br>And mixt the guilty Channel with her blood. <br>O Neptune! was thy favour onely writ <br>In that loose Element where thou dost sit? <br>That after all this time thou should'st repent <br>Thy fairest blessing to the Continent? <br>Say, what could urge this Fate? is Thetis dead, <br>Or Amphitrite from thy wet armes fled? <br>Was't thou so poor in Nymphs, that thy moist love <br>Must be maintain'd with pensions from above? <br>If none of these, but that whil'st thou did'st sleep <br>Upon thy sandy pillow in the deep, <br>This mischief stole upon us: may our grief <br>Waken thy just revenge on that slie thief, <br>Who in thy fluid Empire without leave, <br>And unsuspected, durst her life bereave. <br>Henceforth invert thy order, and provide <br>In gentlest floods a Pilot for our guide. <br>Let rugged Seas be lov'd, but the Brooks smile <br>Shunn'd like the courtship of a Crocodile; <br>And where the Current doth most smoothly pass, <br>Think for her sake that stream deaths Looking-glass, <br>To shew us our destruction is most neer, <br>When pleasure hath begot least sense of fear. <br>Else break thy forked Scepter 'gainst some Rock, <br>If thou endure a flatt'ring calm to mock <br>Thy far-fam'd pow'r, and violate that law <br>Which keeps the angry Ocean in aw. <br>Thy Trident will grow useless, which doth still <br>Wild tempests, if thou let tame rivers kill. <br>Mean time we ow thee nothing. Our first debt <br>Lies cancell'd in thy watry Cabinet. <br>We have for Her thou sent'st us from the Main, <br>Return'd a Venus back to thee again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+King">Henry King</a><div class=q>
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Lost men have gain'd within the furrow'd waves, 
The Sea hath fin'd and for our wrongs paid use, 
When its wrought foam a Venus did produce. 
But what repair wilt thou unhappy Thames 
Afford our loss..."></div>
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