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Upon the same Occasion.
What Fury does disturb my Rest?What Hell is this within my Breast?
Now I abhorr, and now I love;
And each an equal Torment prove.
I see Celinda's Cruelty,
I see she loves all Men but me;
I see her Falshood, see her Pride,
I see ten thousand Faults beside;
I see she sticks at nought that's ill;
Yet, oh ye Powers! I love her still.
Others on Precipices run,
Which, blind with Love, they cannot shun.
I see my Danger, see my Ruine,
Yet seek, yet court my own undoing:
And each new Reason I explore
To hate her makes me love her more.
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