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A Madrigal in imitation of the Italian.
The Beauteous cruel MaidBegins to feel the Injuries of Age;
And yet my Love
Do's neither Ease nor Respite prove.
Time's swift and pow'rful Aid
Is come too late my Passion to asswage,
For tho' the Flame to Ashes turns,
My Heart still burns.
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