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To Celia. Occasioned by her apprehending her house would be broke open, and having an old fellow to guard it, who sat up all night, with a gun without any ammunition. CUPID CALLED TO ACCOUNT. LAST night, as my unwilling mind To rest, dear Celia, I resign'd; For how should I repose enjoy, While any fears your breast annoy? Forbid it, heav'n, that I should be... Poet:	To die — without the Dying To die — without the Dying And live — without the Life This is the hardest Miracle Propounded to Belief. Poet:	We'll pass without the parting We'll pass without the parting So to spare Certificate of Absence — Deeming where I left Her I could find Her If I tried — This way, I keep from missing Those that died. Poet:	Without a smile — Without a Throe Without a smile — Without a Throe A Summer's soft Assemblies go To their entrancing end Unknown — for all the times we met — Estranged, however intimate — What a dissembling Friend — Poet:
Without this — there is nought — Without this — there is nought — All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird — Heard opposite the Sea — I could not care — to gain A lesser than the Whole — For did not this include themself —... Poet: