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A SONG.
I
Leave Kindred and Friends, sweet Lady,Leave Kindred, and Friends, for me,
Assur'd, thy Servant is steddy
To Love, to Honour, and Thee.
The Gifts of Nature, and Fortune,
May fly, by Chance, as they came!
They are Grounds the Destinies sport on,
But Virtue is ever the same.
II
Altho' my Fancy were roving,Thy Charms so heav'nly appear,
That other Beauties disproving,
I'd worship thine only, my Dear.
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The Pleasure we promise our Loves,
To share them, together, is fitter,
Than moan, asunder, like Doves.
III
Oh! were I but once so blessed,To grasp my Love in my Arms!
By Thee, to be grasp'd! and kissed!
And live on thy Heaven of Charms!
I'd laugh at Fortune's Caprices,
Shou'd Fortune capricious prove:
Tho' Death shou'd tear me to Pieces,
I'd die a Martyr to Love.
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