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Poems, Songs and Love-Verses

upon several Subjects. By Matthew Coppinger

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A Song.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


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A Song.

Restore my wounded Heart, Dear Love,
And let thy conquering Eyes
Thy hard'ned Heart with pitty move
Towards a sacrifice,
Who prostrate lyes,
Your shade with reverence to Idolatrize.
Let not those powerful Siren Charms
Which do my Heart delay,
Take me and Lull me in their Arms
With an intent to slay,
Or only to betray,
That you by this the Prize may bear away.
But if the cruel Fates decree
That Love must end in Death,
I'le scorn, my cruel Destiny,
And will resign my Breath,
Grasping the clammy Earth,
Cursing my Fate, my Fortune, and my Birth.