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(Song 20.) When dearest Beauty thou shalt pay
[I]
When dearest Beauty thou shalt payThy fith and my vain hope away,
To some dull Soul that cannot prize or know
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Least with thy sighes and tears I might
Disturb thy unconfin'd delight;
To some dark shade I will retire
And there forgot by all, expire.
II
Thus whilst the diffierence thou shalt prove,Betwixt a feign'd and real Love,
Whilst he, more happy, but less true,
Shall reap those joyes I did pursue,
And with those pleasures crowned be
By Fate, which Love design'd for me
Then thou perhaps thy self wilt find
Cruel too long, or too soon kind.
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