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SONG XXV.
[Away! Chloris give o're]
1
Away! Chloris give o're,Insult on me, no more!
But let thine Eye,
Now, bid a Kingdome dye
And in their funeral flames, thy powers adore.
And when
Thou canst not find,
A nobler mind,
Then mine,
Love's deaths, to prove,
Let pitty move
Thee, to retire,
And quench desire
With mutual flames, to Crown my Love.
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2
Alas! no Triumph lies,In taking single prize,
Thine Honour's staind,
Though th'ast the Baggage gain'd,
And let'st an Army scape thy victories:
To thee,
The thing's the same
An Host t'have tane
As me
Thine only Slave,
When thou canst have
Artillery,
In either Eye
Enough, to make the World a Grave.
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