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A Farewell to CELIA going to the North.

Farewell fair Saint, the killing Wound I feel,
When I pronounce the bloody word, Farewell.
My Case is worse, than that unhappy Race,
Who view fair Phœbus, but a little Space;
Whilst they're adoring him, he leaves their Hemisphere,
And they're poor Wretches sunk in deep Despair.
So I, unhappy I, did scarcely know,
The greatest Beauty ever dwelt below.
But she, ah! Cruel Fair, retires; and lo,
Leaves her poor Lover, plung'd in Gulphs of Woe.
Farewell, dear charming Celia, O prove kind,
And mind the bleeding Heart you've left behind:
Fly, fly ye lazy Minutes, wing away,
Haste on ye weary Nights, post on each tedious Day
Till she return, and then for ever stay.