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[66.] I yeild, dear Enemy
I yeild, dear Enemy, nor knowHow to resist so fair a Foe;
Who would not thy soft yoke sustain,
Or bow beneath thy easy chain,
That with a bondage blest might be,
Which far transcends all liberty?
But since I freely have resign'd
At first assault my willing mind,
Insult not o're my captiv'd heart
With too much tyrannie and art,
Lest by thy scorn thou lose the prize,
Gain'd by the power of thy bright eyes;
And thou this conquest thus shalt prove,
Though got by beauty kept by love.
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