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Cure of Jealousie.
What Tortures can there be in Hell,
Compar'd to what fond Lovers feel,
When doating on some fair One's Charms,
They think she yields 'em to their Rivals Arms?
Compar'd to what fond Lovers feel,
When doating on some fair One's Charms,
They think she yields 'em to their Rivals Arms?
As Lions tho' they once were tame,
Yet if sharp Wounds their Rage enflame,
Lift up their stormy Voices, roar,
And tear the Keepers they obey'd before.
Yet if sharp Wounds their Rage enflame,
Lift up their stormy Voices, roar,
And tear the Keepers they obey'd before.
So fares the Lover, when his Breast
By jealous Frenzie is possest,
Forswears the Nymph for whom he burns;
Yet strait to her whom he forswears, returns.
By jealous Frenzie is possest,
Forswears the Nymph for whom he burns;
Yet strait to her whom he forswears, returns.
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But when the Fair resolves his Doubt,
The Love comes in, the Fear goes out;
The Cloud of Jealousie's dispell'd,
And the bright Sun of Innocence reveal'd.
The Love comes in, the Fear goes out;
The Cloud of Jealousie's dispell'd,
And the bright Sun of Innocence reveal'd.
With what strange Rapture's is he blest!
Raptures too great to be exprest.
Tho' hard the Torment's to endure,
Who wou'd not have the Sickness, for the Cure?
Raptures too great to be exprest.
Tho' hard the Torment's to endure,
Who wou'd not have the Sickness, for the Cure?
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