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The Surrender.
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I yield, I yield! Divine Althæa, seeHow prostrate at thy feet I bow,
Fondly in love with my Captivity,
So weak am I, so mighty thou!
Not long ago I could defie,
Arm'd with Wine and Company,
Beauties whole Artillery:
Quite vanquish'd now by thy miraculous Charms,
Here fair, Althæa, take my Arms,
For sure he cannot be of Humane Race,
That can resist so bright, so sweet a Face.
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