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[Fye Cælia! Scorn the little arts]

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Set by Mr. Akevoyde.

I

Fye Cælia! Scorn the little arts
Which meaner Beauties use,
Who think they can't secure our Hearts,
Unless they still refuse,
Are coy and shy, will seem to frown
To raise our Passions higher;
But when the poor deceit is known,
It quickly palls desire.

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II

Come let's not trifle time away,
Or stop you know not why;
Your Blushes, and your Eyes betray
What Death you mean to dye:
Let all your maiden fears be gone,
And Love no more be crost,
Ah! Cælia when the Joys are known,
You'll curse the Minute's lost.