The Fourth Volume of the Writings Of the Author of the London-Spy Prose and Verse [by Edward Ward] |
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The Lover in the Right:
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The Lover in the Right:
Or, The ready way to turn Pain into Pleasure.
Why
Chloe should we live in Pain,
When we might happy be,
And wish, like fearful Fools, in vain
For what we might with ease obtain,
Could we but both agree.
When we might happy be,
And wish, like fearful Fools, in vain
For what we might with ease obtain,
Could we but both agree.
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Why do we Love, and yet defy
Those Blessinngs that we want,
Why hope and wish, and yet deny,
And still delay the mutual Joy,
which we have pow'r to grant.
Those Blessinngs that we want,
Why hope and wish, and yet deny,
And still delay the mutual Joy,
which we have pow'r to grant.
You think it's dangerous to the Soul,
I do the same believe;
But who'd not Sacrifice his All,
And like a Gen'rous Adam fall,
With such a Beauteous Eve.
I do the same believe;
But who'd not Sacrifice his All,
And like a Gen'rous Adam fall,
With such a Beauteous Eve.
Whoever Loves should scorn to fear
The shadows of the Mind,
No more would they torment us here,
But fly away and disappear,
Would you but once be kind.
The shadows of the Mind,
No more would they torment us here,
But fly away and disappear,
Would you but once be kind.
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For the Fears that have made us unhappy so long,
I am often convinc'd are no more than a Cheat
By our Parents impos'd when we're foolish and Young,
And that Love is a God that explodes the Deceit.
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