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THE Faithless MAID.
Phæbe
, a fair, dissembling Maid!
On fond Florelio's Bosom laid,
Had vow'd how much she lov'd:
But He, who knew her Sexes Arts,
That oft' their Lips bely'd their Hearts,
Her seeming Love thus prov'd.
On fond Florelio's Bosom laid,
Had vow'd how much she lov'd:
But He, who knew her Sexes Arts,
That oft' their Lips bely'd their Hearts,
Her seeming Love thus prov'd.
One Evening fair, to all unknown,
Disguis'd he left his Native Home,
In Princely Habit dress'd;
When meeting Phæbe in a Grove,
He thus (to try her artful Love)
The charming Nymph address'd:
Disguis'd he left his Native Home,
In Princely Habit dress'd;
When meeting Phæbe in a Grove,
He thus (to try her artful Love)
The charming Nymph address'd:
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Fair Maid! (says he) my tender Breast
For twelve long Months has been oppress'd
With that soft Passion, Love;
'Tis You alone must ease the Smart,
'Tis You must stop my bleeding Heart,
Dear, pretty Turtle-Dove!
For twelve long Months has been oppress'd
With that soft Passion, Love;
'Tis You alone must ease the Smart,
'Tis You must stop my bleeding Heart,
Dear, pretty Turtle-Dove!
Of gay Gallants (I know) you've One,
Yet Wealth nor Titles he has none,
Then set the Fool aside;
Both Wealth and Titles I can give,
In Pomp and Splendour I can live,
And You shall be my Bride.
Yet Wealth nor Titles he has none,
Then set the Fool aside;
Both Wealth and Titles I can give,
In Pomp and Splendour I can live,
And You shall be my Bride.
With Cordial Love and soft Delight,
Young Phæbe view'd the charming Knight,
She blush'd and thus began;
Since thus you promise, Sr. (she said)
Since thus you court a harmless Maid,
I love no other Man.
Young Phæbe view'd the charming Knight,
She blush'd and thus began;
Since thus you promise, Sr. (she said)
Since thus you court a harmless Maid,
I love no other Man.
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To Those, who can't their Passion prove
But by bestowing Hearts in Love,
Our Eyes are ever blind;
But to the Rich and Wealthy Beau,
To Equipage and Pompous Show,
We Women must be kind.
But by bestowing Hearts in Love,
Our Eyes are ever blind;
But to the Rich and Wealthy Beau,
To Equipage and Pompous Show,
We Women must be kind.
Florelio heard the faithless Maid,
With Pain he heard her, what she said,
Then sighing, thus return'd;
If thus it is, we Men must love,
Florelio can't his Passion prove,
Thus Phæbe! I am scorn'd.
With Pain he heard her, what she said,
Then sighing, thus return'd;
If thus it is, we Men must love,
Florelio can't his Passion prove,
Thus Phæbe! I am scorn'd.
Soon as she heard Florelio's Name,
She call'd to Mind his faultless Flame,
She call'd to Mind his Love:
With Guilt and Shame at once oppress'd,
She blushing smote her milk-white Breast,
And sought the thickest Grove.
She call'd to Mind his faultless Flame,
She call'd to Mind his Love:
With Guilt and Shame at once oppress'd,
She blushing smote her milk-white Breast,
And sought the thickest Grove.
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