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A Song.
Venus
of Souls,
Whose Hand controls
The greatest Monarchs breast;
Under whose Shade
All Beauty's laid,
Where every one would rest:
Whose Hand controls
The greatest Monarchs breast;
Under whose Shade
All Beauty's laid,
Where every one would rest:
Were I to chuse,
I'd not refuse,
But in thy very Heart
My mind should rest,
And in thy breast
I'd Reign by Love, not Art;
I'd not refuse,
But in thy very Heart
My mind should rest,
And in thy breast
I'd Reign by Love, not Art;
VVhere I would be
For ever free,
Till I could satisfie
My curious mind,
That's so confin'd,
And in that Instant dye.
For ever free,
Till I could satisfie
My curious mind,
That's so confin'd,
And in that Instant dye.
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