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[In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries]
In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries
To ease his tortur'd breast;
Since Amoret the cure denies,
And makes his pain a jest.
To ease his tortur'd breast;
Since Amoret the cure denies,
And makes his pain a jest.
Ah! fair-one, why to me so coy?
And why to him so true,
Who with more coldness slights the joy,
Than I with love pursue?
And why to him so true,
Who with more coldness slights the joy,
Than I with love pursue?
Die then, unhappy lover! die;
For, since she gives thee death,
The world has nothing that can buy
A minute more of breath.
For, since she gives thee death,
The world has nothing that can buy
A minute more of breath.
Yet, though I could your scorn outlive,
'Twere folly; since to me
Not love itself a joy can give,
But, Amoret, in thee.
'Twere folly; since to me
Not love itself a joy can give,
But, Amoret, in thee.
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