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Song. A Dialogue 'twixt Passion and Reason.

P.
VVhy doth her smiling eye shoot Rayes
(Able to gild a Captives Dayes,)
Which kindle in my Soul Desire?

R.
'Cause Love that dwels there is a fire.

P.
But why is tender Pitty bar'd
Out of her Heart that's frozen hard,
And cold as ycie Scythia?

R.
'Cause Love's a Nymph born o'the Sea.
And like her wavering Dame to be
Is faithlesse, as the Moon or Shee.


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Chorus.

Love is cold, and yet a fire,
Tis a hot cold fiction,
A pleasant Affliction,
A fond Desire,
That puzzles Reason with a meer contradiction.