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The Answer.
I.
Faithful Lysander, I your Vows approve,And can no longer hide
My Sense of all your suff'ring Love,
With the thin Veil of Pride.
II.
'Twas long in vain that Pity did assailMy cold and stubborn Heart,
E'er on th'obdurate Thing she could prevail
To act a softer Part.
III.
To her, for all the TendernessWhich in my Eyes you find,
You must your Gratitude express;
'Tis Pity makes me kind.
IV.
Live then, Lysander, since I must confess,In spight of all my native Modesty,
I cannot wish that you should love me less;
Live then, and hope the circling Sun may see,
In his swift Course, a grateful Change in me;
And that, in Time, your Passion may receive
All you dare ask, and all a Maid may give.
O Lysidas! I cannot here relate
The Joy her Words did in my Soul create.
The sudden Blessing overcame me so,
It almost finish'd what Grief fail'd to do.
I wanted Courage for the soft Surprize,
And waited Reinforcements from her Eyes.
At last, with Transports, which I could not hide,
Raising my self from off the Ground, I cry'd,
The Joy her Words did in my Soul create.
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It almost finish'd what Grief fail'd to do.
I wanted Courage for the soft Surprize,
And waited Reinforcements from her Eyes.
At last, with Transports, which I could not hide,
Raising my self from off the Ground, I cry'd,
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