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ODE the Eighth, To the Same.

I

While, Phillis, on thy Charms I gaze,
My Soul is all Desire;
Who can oppose so bright a Blaze,
Secure his Heart from Fire!

II

While thoughtful of the perjur'd Maid,
Fair Phillis I despise,
Nor longer fear, by her betray'd,
The Tyrants in her Eyes:

III

But when I meet the faithless Dame
My Soul is all Desire;
So weak my Vows, I catch the Flame,
And in a Blaze expire.