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Confidence.
A Lady of a lovely Mien,
Brisk, gay, and of an Air serene;
In ev'ry Look she does her Soul impart;
Her Countenance expresses all her Heart.
Her Humour gen'rous, and her Language free,
And all her Converse grateful Liberty.
In her large Palace Lovers safely lie,
Secure from cens'ring Spies and Jealousy;
And in her flow'ry Gardens do or say
A thousand harmless Things, to pass the short-liv'd Day.
'Tis there we see what most we do adore,
And yet we languish to discover more.
Hard Fate of Lovers, who are ne'er content
In an Estate so bless'd and innocent!
But still press forwards, urg'd by soft Desires,
To Joy, that oft extinguishes their Fires.
Brisk, gay, and of an Air serene;
In ev'ry Look she does her Soul impart;
Her Countenance expresses all her Heart.
Her Humour gen'rous, and her Language free,
And all her Converse grateful Liberty.
In her large Palace Lovers safely lie,
Secure from cens'ring Spies and Jealousy;
And in her flow'ry Gardens do or say
A thousand harmless Things, to pass the short-liv'd Day.
'Tis there we see what most we do adore,
And yet we languish to discover more.
Hard Fate of Lovers, who are ne'er content
In an Estate so bless'd and innocent!
But still press forwards, urg'd by soft Desires,
To Joy, that oft extinguishes their Fires.
Here 'twas that I too found an Happiness,
That nought but wishing more could render less.
I saw Aminta here without Controul,
And told her all the Secrets of my Soul;
Whilst she, to shew her Height of Amity,
Communicated all her Thoughts to me.
That nought but wishing more could render less.
I saw Aminta here without Controul,
And told her all the Secrets of my Soul;
Whilst she, to shew her Height of Amity,
Communicated all her Thoughts to me.
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