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108

ODE the Seventh, To the Same.

Phillis from this Hour adieu,
Fair no more, no longer true;
I my wand'ring Heart recall;
Take thy Vows I quit them all:
Henceforth thou no more shalt be
Than a vulgar Maid to me.
Phillis from this Hour adieu,
Fair no more, no longer true.
Why should I, presumptuous Swain,
Dare to cherish Hopes so vain,
That the Heav'ns would hear my Pray'r
For a Love as chast as fair.
Phillis thou hast prov'd no more
Than a thousand Belles before
Have to Men who them believ'd,
Plighted Vows, and then deceiv'd.
Such was Delia to Tibullus,
Lesbia such to fond Catullus.

109

Horace, sacred Bard, complains
Of the Sex, and slighted Pains.
Phillis thou art free to rove
As the Natives of the Grove:
From this Moment, Nymph, adieu,
Fair no more, no longer true.