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SCENE IV.
COLIN.AIR.
Ah! who can tell,
What Tortures dwell,
Within a doating Swain?
What Doubts and Fear,
In view appear,
When Passion burns in vain?
What Tortures dwell,
Within a doating Swain?
What Doubts and Fear,
In view appear,
When Passion burns in vain?
By Beauty charm'd,
We oft' are warm'd,
And sensual Wishes flow;
But Love refin'd,
Which fires the Mind,
A Few are doom'd to know.
We oft' are warm'd,
And sensual Wishes flow;
But Love refin'd,
Which fires the Mind,
A Few are doom'd to know.
[Exit.
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