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The Superannuated Lover.
Dead to the soft Delights of Love,
Spare me, O! spare me, cruel Boy;
Nor seek in vain that Heart to move,
Which pants no more with am'rous Joy.
Spare me, O! spare me, cruel Boy;
Nor seek in vain that Heart to move,
Which pants no more with am'rous Joy.
Of old thy faithful hardy Swain,
(When smit with fair Pastora's Charms)
I serv'd thee many a long Campaign,
And wide I spread thy conqu'ring Arms.
(When smit with fair Pastora's Charms)
I serv'd thee many a long Campaign,
And wide I spread thy conqu'ring Arms.
Now (mighty God) dismiss thy Slave,
To feeble Age let Youth succeed;
Recruit among the Strong, and Brave,
And kindly spare an Invalide.
To feeble Age let Youth succeed;
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And kindly spare an Invalide.
Adieu fond Hopes, fantastick Cares,
Ye killing Joys, ye pleasing Pains,
My Soul for better Guests prepares,
Reason restor'd, and Virtue reigns.
Ye killing Joys, ye pleasing Pains,
My Soul for better Guests prepares,
Reason restor'd, and Virtue reigns.
But why (my Cloe) tell me why?
Why trickles down this silent Tear?
Why do these Blushes rise, and die?
Why stand I mute when thou art here?
Why trickles down this silent Tear?
Why do these Blushes rise, and die?
Why stand I mute when thou art here?
Ev'n Sleep affords my Soul no rest,
Thee bathing in the Stream I view;
With thee I dance, with thee I feast,
Thee thro' the gloomy Grove pursue.
Thee bathing in the Stream I view;
With thee I dance, with thee I feast,
Thee thro' the gloomy Grove pursue.
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Triumphant God of gay Desires!
Thy Vassal's raging Pains remove;
I burn, I burn, with fiercer Fires,
Oh! take my Life, or crown my Love.
Thy Vassal's raging Pains remove;
I burn, I burn, with fiercer Fires,
Oh! take my Life, or crown my Love.
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