Letters, by several eminent persons deceased (1772) | ||
II.
1
Constantia, see, thy faithful slaveDies of the wound thy beauty gave!
Ah! gentle nymph, no longer try
From fond pursuing love to fly.
2
Thy pity to my love impart,Pity my bleeding aching heart,
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And with a smile remove my fears.
3
A wedded wife if thou would'st be,By sacred Hymen join'd to me,
Ere yet the western sun decline,
My hand and heart shall both be thine.
Letters, by several eminent persons deceased (1772) | ||