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His Rivals danger.
[I]
Take heed bold Lover, do not look upon my Chloris Eyes,for every dart is tipp'd with death that from her glances flyes.
II
Nor do not think to save thy selfFrom danger, or from harmes,
By any virtue in her smiles,
Or other secret charmes.
III
Love hath commanded her to cureNo other heart but mine,
There is no hope that Shee can be
So merciful to thine.
IV
For though her Eyes be Murderers,She hath reserv'd for me,
A Balsam in her Coral lips
That gives Eternitie.
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