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SONG to Cælia.
The cruel Cælia loves and burns
In Flames she cannot hide;
Make her, dear Thyrsis, cold Returns,
Treat her with Scorn and Pride.
In Flames she cannot hide;
Make her, dear Thyrsis, cold Returns,
Treat her with Scorn and Pride.
You know the Captives she has made,
The Torment of her Chain:
Let her, let her be once betray'd,
Or rack her with Disdain.
The Torment of her Chain:
Let her, let her be once betray'd,
Or rack her with Disdain.
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See Tears flow from her piercing Eyes,
She bends her Knee Divine;
Her Tears for Damon's sake despise;
Let her kneel still for mine.
She bends her Knee Divine;
Her Tears for Damon's sake despise;
Let her kneel still for mine.
Pursue thy Conquest, charming Youth,
Her haughty Beauty vex,
Till trembling Virgins learn this Truth,
Men can revenge their Sex.
Her haughty Beauty vex,
Till trembling Virgins learn this Truth,
Men can revenge their Sex.
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