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I came, and look'd, and lik'd lov'd,
And Frolick't in her Eye,
While, fair Florilla, approv'd
The harmless Courtesy:
When, though my hopes were drown'd love blaz'd
And set on fire my heart,
While I still gaz'd
On that, which caus'd my smart,
Nor could my Tongue,
Declare the wrong,
Whereby, I sadly know,
No pain above,
The grief, they prove,
Who fall in Love,
And dare not say! they do.

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II

What priviledg takes the nicer she?
To me the thing's all one,
Whether, of softer wax she be,
Or of the Parian stone:
The sport's the same, then tell me why,
Fancy, should be so rude,
For to deny
What is, perhaps as good,
From her that lends,
And freely spends,
What nature to her sent
As from that dame,
That counts it shame,
To play the Game,
Which lost, she may Repent.