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SONG TO PHÆBE.
Pretty
Phæbe! if you love me,
Do not let your Talking move me,
Mention not a Rival's Name;
Pretty Phæbe! don't perplex me,
Let not these Reflections vex me,
That you feel another's Flame.
Do not let your Talking move me,
Mention not a Rival's Name;
Pretty Phæbe! don't perplex me,
Let not these Reflections vex me,
That you feel another's Flame.
If you knew how you undo me,
Sure you would not talk thus to me,
Sure you kindly would forbear
Thus to rob my Soul of Rest,
And torture my poor, drooping Breast:
A Rival's Name I cannot hear.
Sure you would not talk thus to me,
Sure you kindly would forbear
Thus to rob my Soul of Rest,
And torture my poor, drooping Breast:
A Rival's Name I cannot hear.
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Cease, fair Nymph! this coy Behaviour,
And take the Pensive Thing in Favour;
Charming, pretty Phæbe! do;
But if you will not value me,
Pray, why should I thus doat on Thee?
So, pretty Maid! Adieu! Adieu!
And take the Pensive Thing in Favour;
Charming, pretty Phæbe! do;
But if you will not value me,
Pray, why should I thus doat on Thee?
So, pretty Maid! Adieu! Adieu!
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