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Loves Cruelty, or the Prayer.
Speak cruel Love! what is't thou dost intend?Oh! tell me, have thy Tyrannies no end?
Tho to thy Pow'r I have a Rebel bin,
May not Repentance expiate my Sin?
Oh! long e're this, if I had injur'd Heaven;
So true a Convert it wou'd have forgiven:
Four times the Sun his Yearly Race hath run,
Since first my Heart was by my Eyes undone;
In all which time, thou scarce hast been so kind,
To give one Minutes Quiet to my mind;
Thou takest from me the Rellish of Delights,
My Days no Pleasure know, no Sleep my Nights:
With wandring thoughts each Pray'r thou dost prophane,
(I offer to my God) and mak'st them vain.
Sometimes with Books I wou'd divert my mind,
But nothing there but J's and G's I find:
Sometimes to ease my Grief, my Pen I take,
But it no Letters but J G will make.
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But my discourse great Love, is all of Thee;
In Sighs and Sobs, I Languish out the Night
And all the day, in Tears I drown my Sight:
Yet I no pity can from thee obtain,
Thou'lt neither Cure, nor mitigate my Pain:
Mercyless Tyrant! Since thou wilt not Save,
Quickly Destroy, and send me to my Grave.
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