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I

Phyllis, would you have me love you?
Truce with that affected Scorn:
Artless if I fail to move you,
I shall never learn to mourn.

II

Fops may ogle, sigh, and languish,
Swear you Life or Death can give;
Tho' your rigour cause me Anguish,
Yet, believe me, I shall live.

III

You are but your self disarming,
While you give your lover Pain;
Beauty ceases to be charming,
Once 'tis tainted with Disdain.

IV

Use me kindly, fairest creature,
You shall ever find me true;
Yet so stubborn is my nature,
Slighted, I can bid adieu.