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The Desertion.

Now fly, Discretion, to my Aid,
See haughty Mira, fair and bright,
In all the Pomp of Love array'd;
Ah! how I tremble at the Sight!
She comes, she comes—before her all
Mankind does prostrate fall.
Love, a Destroyer fierce and young,
Advent'rous, terrible, and strong,
Cruel and rash, delighting still to vex,
Sparing nor Age nor Sex,
Commands in chief; well fortify'd he lies,
And from her Lips, her Cheeks and Eyes,
All Opposition he defies.

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Reason, Love's old invet'rate Foe,
Scarce ever reconcil'd 'till now,
Reason assists her too.
A wise Commander he, for Council fit;
But nice and coy, nor has been seen to sit
In modern Synod, nor appear'd of late
In Courts, nor Camps, nor in Affairs of State;
Reason proclaims them all his Foes,
Who such resistless Charms oppose.
My very bosom Friends make War
Within my Breast, and in her Interests are;
Esteem and Judgment with strong Fancy join
To court, and call the fair Invader in;
My darling fav'rite Inclination too,
All, all conspiring with the Foe.
Ah! whither shall I fly to hide
My Weakness from the Conqu'ror's Pride?
Now, now, Discretion be my Guide.
But see, this mighty Archimedes too,
Surrenders now.

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Presuming longer to resist
His very Name,
Discretion must disclaim;
Folly and Madness only would persist.