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Love's Caveat.
If Virtue move
A Man to love,
How can he then refuse?
If Nature move,
Unless he prove,
How knows he what to chuse?
A Man to love,
How can he then refuse?
If Nature move,
Unless he prove,
How knows he what to chuse?
For Vice's Look
For Virtue's took
By many an honest Heart,
Who think they're safe,
Till felt they have
Her deadly stinging Smart:
For Virtue's took
By many an honest Heart,
Who think they're safe,
Till felt they have
Her deadly stinging Smart:
And then too late,
Cry O! my Fate!
Was ever Grief like mine?
I thought my Love
Sprung from above,
And that it was divine;
Cry O! my Fate!
Was ever Grief like mine?
I thought my Love
Sprung from above,
And that it was divine;
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But now I find,
With Grief of Mind,
That from the Earth it came,
And that the Fruit,
Which thence doth shoot,
Is nought but Grief and Shame.
With Grief of Mind,
That from the Earth it came,
And that the Fruit,
Which thence doth shoot,
Is nought but Grief and Shame.
Thus honest Men
Are, now and then,
Deceiv'd by Beauty's Bait,
Which makes them chuse
Pleasure, and lose
A far more happy State.
Are, now and then,
Deceiv'd by Beauty's Bait,
Which makes them chuse
Pleasure, and lose
A far more happy State.
Nor can Man be
From Danger free,
But as he doth abide,
In that which will
That Nature kill,
And keeps close to his Guide.
From Danger free,
But as he doth abide,
In that which will
That Nature kill,
And keeps close to his Guide.
Which if he do,
'Twill to him shew
Each Motion's Root and Ground,
That in this Day
No Folly may
In Israel be found.
'Twill to him shew
Each Motion's Root and Ground,
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No Folly may
In Israel be found.
Which is the Cry,
Of one whose Eye
Hath been too apt to stray;
Who could not stand,
Did not God's Hand
Support him Day by Day.
Of one whose Eye
Hath been too apt to stray;
Who could not stand,
Did not God's Hand
Support him Day by Day.
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