 | A Duke and no Duke |  |
A Song written by a Lady, and set to Music by Mr. King.
Of Charms that have thy Freedom cost,
They threw at Hearts, and thine is lost.
Yet none thy Ruine ought to blame,
His Wit first blew me to a Flame,
And fans it with the Wings of Fame.
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.
[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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