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The Retreat.
I
I am return'd, my Fair, but seePerfection in none but thee:
Yet many Beauties have I seen,
And in that Search a Truant been,
Through Fruitless Curiosity.
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II
I've been to see each blear-ey'd Star,Fond Men durst with thy light compare;
And, to my admiration, find,
That all, but I, in Love are blind,
And none but Thee, divinely fair.
III
Here then I fix, and now grown wise,All Objects, but thy face, despise,
(Taught by my folly) now I swear,
If you forgive me, ne're to err,
Nor seek Impossibilities.
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