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TO PHÆBE,
Presenting HER WITH A RING.
Accept, fair Maid! this Earnest of my Love,Be This the Type, let This my Passion prove:
Thus may our Joys in endless Circles run,
Fresh as the Light, and restless as the Sun:
Thus may our Lives be one perpetual Round,
Where Care nor Sorrow ever shall be found.
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Drop one sad Tear, and breath one gentle Sigh,
Then pitying say—may Heav'n on him bestow
It's choicest Gifts, that he Above may know
Joys still as Endless, as he prov'd Below.
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