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On Flavia's Fan

Thrice happy Fan whose Spreading Mount
Awakes the inactive Air
and forms the momentary gale
to cool the panting fair
If litle Engine such thy Art
that Art O let me prove
pour all the Tempest on my Soul
and cool the Flames of Love
Retract, mistaken fool! thy wish
nor urge the fond desire
what you recieve from Flavia's hands
but Serves to Fan the fire
So the poor fever parched Wretch
to the cool Fountain flys
Neglects Machaon's wise Advice
and draws & drinks—& Dies