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Her Song's last Words howere, as prov'd inclin'd
To th' Virgin-life, least fixed Cours, design'd,
Bred qualmish thoughts; made solemn Vow, if so,
(Bent to observe) he then might seem to Woo
Some marble Statue's shape, there Suitor be;
Or Court the Northern Ice, as melting, free;
Deaf Winds and Wave, coy Light'ning grasp, infold:
But those faint Thoughts by stronger were control'd.