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65

Love admits no Rivall.

[I]

Indeed I never was but once so mad
To dote upon the Beauty of a Face;
And then, alas! my fortune was so bad,
To see another chosen in my place;
And yet I courted Her I'm very sure
With Love as true as his, and full as pure.

II

But if I ever be so fond again
To undertake the second part of Love;
Or reassume that most unhappy pain,
Or after Shipwrack do the Ocean prove:
She shall be tender-hearted, kind and free;
Or I'le be as Indifferent as She.