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[I.]
Tell me no more I am deceiv'd,While Sylvia seems so kind;
And takes such care to be believ'd,
The Cheat I fear to find:
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Conceal'd in her soft Youth;
A thousand times I'd rather dye,
Than see the unhappy Truth;
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II.
My Love all Malice shall outbrave,Let Fops in Libels rail;
If she the Appearances will save,
No Scandal can prevail:
She makes me think I have her Heart,
How much for that is due?
Tho' she but act the tender part,
The Joy she gives is true.
[I.]
Ah poor Olinda! never boastOf Charms that have thy Freedom cost,
They threw at Hearts, and thine is lost.
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His Wit first blew me to a Flame,
And fans it with the Wings of Fame.
II.
In vain do I his Person shun,I cannot from his Glory run,
That's Universal as the Sun.
In Crowds his Praises fill my Ear,
Alone his Genius does appear,
He, like a God, is ev'ry where.
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Who can resist my Celia's Charms?
Her Beauty wounds, and Wit disarms;
When these their mighty Forces joyn,
What Heart's so strong but must resign?
Love seems to promise in her Eyes,
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But have a care, their Treason shun,
I look'd, believ'd, and was undone,—done.
In vain a thousand ways I strive,
To keep my fainting Hopes alive;
My Love can never find Reward,
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FINIS.
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