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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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