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17

A Smile, or Frown.

Though my torment far exceeds
his whose heart the Vulture feeds,
and my endless pains excell
his that rowls the stone in Hell;
If my Julia do but smile,
I can laugh and sing the while.
Though my Fortunes greater were
Then the Macedonians Heire:
Could I boast of greater glory
Then the Scithians Shepheards story?
If my Julia do but frown,
All my Pompe were overthrown.