Poems on several occasions | ||
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Injur'd LOVE;
OR THE MENACE. A SONG.
O false ungrateful Traytor!
To wrong poor Celia so,
And leave so sweet a Creature,
To Misery, and Woe.
To wrong poor Celia so,
And leave so sweet a Creature,
To Misery, and Woe.
Think not the Gods forget ye,
They but retard your Fate;
When Celia finds their Pity,
Then thou shalt feel their Hate.
They but retard your Fate;
When Celia finds their Pity,
Then thou shalt feel their Hate.
Poems on several occasions | ||