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The City of Discretion.
The Houses there retir'd in Gardens are,
And all is done with little Noise;
Seldom one sees Assemblies there,
Or publick Shews for Grief or Joys:
One still is under great Restraint,
Must suffer patiently, without Complaint.
'Tis there the dumb and silent Languishes
Are told, which do so well explain the Heart,
Which without speaking can so well express,
And Secrets to the Soul the nearest Way impart.
And all is done with little Noise;
Seldom one sees Assemblies there,
Or publick Shews for Grief or Joys:
One still is under great Restraint,
Must suffer patiently, without Complaint.
'Tis there the dumb and silent Languishes
Are told, which do so well explain the Heart,
Which without speaking can so well express,
And Secrets to the Soul the nearest Way impart.
'Twas here Aminta liv'd, and here I paid
My constant Visits to the lovely Maid;
With mighty Force upon my Soul, I strove
To hide the Transports of my raging Love.
All that I spoke, did but indiff'rent seem,
Or went no higher than a grand Esteem.
But 'twas not long my Passion I conceal'd;
My Flame, in Spight of me, it self reveal'd.
My constant Visits to the lovely Maid;
With mighty Force upon my Soul, I strove
To hide the Transports of my raging Love.
All that I spoke, did but indiff'rent seem,
Or went no higher than a grand Esteem.
But 'twas not long my Passion I conceal'd;
My Flame, in Spight of me, it self reveal'd.
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