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To a Lady saying she imagin'd Poets were all on Fire when they wrote.
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To a Lady saying she imagin'd Poets were all on Fire when they wrote.
When my Amasia Charms my Soul, by turns,The Poet rages, and the Lover burns.
But any other Theam no warmth insures,
My Breast is then, almost as cold as yours.
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