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SONG XXII. Nothing wanting to Love.

I

Yes, Silvia, I was told but now,
While on your Breast I lay
My Head, and thus obsequious bow,
I fool my Fame away;
That Glory, while thus close I joyn
My Lips and glowing Cheeks to thine,
Stars wide and cries she'll ne'er be mine.

II

Let the false World true Passion blame,
And Heav'n's best Gift despise;
I'd rather be the Fool I am
Than, without Love, be wise:
Fame, Glory, and what e'er we find
That captivates th'Ambitious Mind,
I have 'em all if thou art kind!