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In lovely Leonora's Friendship blest,
Justly the Tale to Florio is addrest:
While other Hearts on lifeless Beauty roll,
Fond of the Face, regardless of the Soul;
Thy virtuous Bosom nobler Motives warm,
And the fair Mind's superior Graces charm.
Like Cynthia's Charms, thy Leonora's please,
Steal on the Heart, and melt by just Degrees;
In native Modesty, with Air serene,
She looks the Goddess, and she moves the Queen.
Justly the Tale to Florio is addrest:
While other Hearts on lifeless Beauty roll,
Fond of the Face, regardless of the Soul;
Thy virtuous Bosom nobler Motives warm,
And the fair Mind's superior Graces charm.
Like Cynthia's Charms, thy Leonora's please,
Steal on the Heart, and melt by just Degrees;
In native Modesty, with Air serene,
She looks the Goddess, and she moves the Queen.
Like fond Endymion's Passion thine is known,
Such as the Maid without a Blush may own:
And while her Heart with tender Pity flows,
With faithful Love thy generous Bosom glows;
Thro' thy fond Breast, in every vital Vein,
The dear excelling Virgin holds her Reign;
In ev'ry Thought, in every Wish she shares,
Eternal Object of thy pleasing Cares!
Such as the Maid without a Blush may own:
And while her Heart with tender Pity flows,
With faithful Love thy generous Bosom glows;
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The dear excelling Virgin holds her Reign;
In ev'ry Thought, in every Wish she shares,
Eternal Object of thy pleasing Cares!
May Heav'n all-gracious of your Vows approve,
And crown with just Rewards your constant Love!
Safe may it guard you thro' the rolling Deep,
And for the Fair her faithful Lover keep!
Bring on the destin'd Hour when at the Shrine
The sacred Bond your Destinies shall join!
And give you in her heavenly Arms a Store,
Of Joys, to which the conquer'd World is poor!
And crown with just Rewards your constant Love!
Safe may it guard you thro' the rolling Deep,
And for the Fair her faithful Lover keep!
Bring on the destin'd Hour when at the Shrine
The sacred Bond your Destinies shall join!
And give you in her heavenly Arms a Store,
Of Joys, to which the conquer'd World is poor!
So the soft Turtle, when the Storm is o'er,
Flies thro' the Grove his Partner to explore,
From Bough to Bough impatient wings his Way,
In mournful Sounds laments her tedious Stay:
Till tir'd at last, her well-known Note he hears,
The well-known Note his drooping Bosom chears,
He hastes to seek with her the thickest Grove,
Forgets his Absence, and enjoys his Love.
Flies thro' the Grove his Partner to explore,
From Bough to Bough impatient wings his Way,
In mournful Sounds laments her tedious Stay:
Till tir'd at last, her well-known Note he hears,
The well-known Note his drooping Bosom chears,
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Forgets his Absence, and enjoys his Love.
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