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The Dilemma.

As poor Strephon (whom hard Fate
Slave to Chloris Eyes decreed)
By his cruell fair one sate,
Whilst his fat Flocks graz'd along:

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To the Musick of his Reed,
This was the sad Shepheards Song.
From those tempting Lips if I
May not steal a Kiss (my Dear!)
I shall longing pine and dye:
And a Kiss if I obtain,
My Heart fears (thine Eyes so near)
By their lightning 'twill be slain.
Thus I know not what to try:
This I know yet, that I dye.