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Now Now the Fight's done, &c.

Now Now the Heart's broke,
Which so long has complain'd;
And Clarinda triumphs
In the Conquest sh'as gain'd.
Love laughs at the sight,
At the mischief does crow;
For a Love-wounded Heart
Is to him a fine Show.
He plays up and down, and he sports with the Heart,
And he shews it about on the point of his Dart.

But since the coy Nymph
So disdainful is grown,

The power of her Charms
We'll for ever disown;
We'll slight the fond Brat,
Love no longer shall wrack us,
We'll shake off his Chains
For the pleasures of Bacchus.
Then fill us more Wine, fill the Glass to the brim;
Thus we'll patch up our Hearts, they shall last our Life-time.