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A30403	Ball, Thomas.	Two books of elegies in imitation of the first books of Ovid de Tristibus, with part of the third to which is added verses upon several occasions with some translations out of the Latin and Greek poets / by Thomas Ball.	1697.0		.xml	application/xml	23862	586	64	Regardless , as a Man unknown , he goes , And he that cring'd but yesterday , scarce bows : This from th' Unfortunate , I early drew , But little thought , that I shou'd prove it true , Not four I 'ad left , that wou'd my Dangers share , Th' other , not mine , they Fortune's were , Let this ye Pious few , Compassion move , Assist , nor be afraid my Friends , to love , No angry Being will believe you sin , Or from his Heav'n curse your good Design , Caesar he lov'd , in Enemies , a Soul like this , Nor can it please him in his Subjects less , My Case is better too , no Plots I 've laid , My Folly only , has my ease betray'd , Then Pray those Guardians that our Earth attend , They'd Punish less , when we their Pow'r offend . 'T is kind , but such their Ovid better see , When they behold him in his Poetry , The lively'st Image that the Wretched know , This paints themselves , and their Misfortunes too , Read my chang'd shapes , tho' there is scarce a thought , Good as design'd , and finisht as it ought , No sooner was the fatal Sentence Read , But all my Art , was with my Freedom fled , Imperfect thus , what I 'ad with pains begun , I burnt the scatter'd Papers that I 'ad done , As Thestius , is said , to burn her Son.	cache/A30403.xml	txt/A30403.txt
