JOHN SHEFFIELD, DUKE OF

BUCKINGHAMSHIRE

417. The Reconcilement

ME, let us now resolve at last To live and love in quiet ; We'll tie the knot so very fast That Time shall ne'er untie it.

The truest joys they seldom prove

Who free from quarrels live : 'Tis the most tender part of love

Each other to forgive.

When least I seem'd concern'd, I took

No pleasure nor no rest; And when I feign'd an angry look,

Alas! I loved you best.

Own but the same to me you'll find

How blest will be our fate. O to be happy to be kind

Sure never is too late !

��. On One who died discovering her Kindness

COME vex their souls with jealous pain, ^ While others sigh for cold disdain : Love's various slaves we daily see Yet happy all compared with me !

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