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The Wish

Would but indulgent Fortune send

To me a kind, and faithful Friend,

One who to Virtue's Laws is true,

And does her nicest Rules pursue;

One Pious, Lib'ral, Just and Brave,

And to his Passions not a Slave;

Who full of Honour, void of Pride,

Will freely praise, and freely chide;

But not indulge the smallest Fault,

Nor entertain one slighting Thought:

Who still the same will ever prove,

Will still instruct ans still will love:

In whom I safely may confide,

And with him all my Cares divide:

Who has a large capacious Mind,

Join'd with a Knowledge unconfin'd:

A Reason bright, a Judgement true,

A Wit both quick, and solid too:

Who can of all things talk with Ease,

And whose Converse will ever please:

Who charm'd with Wit, and inward Graces,

Despises Fools with tempting Faces;

And still a beauteous Mind does prize

Above the most enchanting Eyes:

I would not envy Queens their State,

Nor once desire a happier Fate.

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Lady Mary Chudleigh
1656-1710 / English
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