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A SONG in Dialogue, in the Fourth Act.

Woman.
No more, Sir, no more, I'll ev'n give it or'e,
I see it is all but a Cheat;
Your soft wishing Eyes, your Vows, and your Lyes,
Which thus you so often repeat.

Man.
'Tis you are to blame, who foolishly claim
So silly a lean Sacrifice:
But Lovers, who pray, must always obey,
And bring down their Knees, and their Eyes.

Woman.
Of late you have made, Devotion a Trade
In Loving, as well as Religion:
But you cannot prove, thro' th'Ages of Love,
Any Worship was offer'd but One.

Man.
That One let it be, in which we agree,
Leave Forms to the Maids, who are younger:
We're both of a mind, make haste, and be kind,
And continue a Goddess no longer.