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Madrigal III.
[Love, (alas!) where dost thou rest]
Love, (alas!) where dost thou restIn Cloe's Looks, or in my Breast?
When I see thee gayly shine,
Thou'rt wholly in that Face Divine;
When I feel thee burn and smart,
I'm sure thou'rt got into my Heart:
Prithee Love, if thou woud'st shew
What Wonders thou on us can'st do:
Change me now and then thy Place,
Burn in her Breast, shine in my Face.
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