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LIBERTY.

A Song.

I

Phyllis, thus our Time employing,
Let's each happy hour improve,
Always feasting, never cloying;
Oh, what Pleasure 'tis to love!

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II

Care and Spleen can never reach us
While these Maxims we pursue,
Maxims which our Natures teach us;
'Tis a Folly to be true.

III

Should I see a fairer Creature,
For that Fairer I should burn,
Love Her till 'twas time to hate her,
Then perhaps to You return.

IV

You, whene'er you like to wander,
Mind not me, but choose your swain;
I shall be so much the fonder,
Should you ever come again.

V

Keep your Inclinations moving,
'Tis a Law decreed by Fate;
Pleasure still subsists by roving,
Love confin'd will turn to Hate.