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A SONG.
[Feel Phillis if my Pulse beats high]
I
Feel Phillis if my Pulse beats high,Loves Poyson runs through all my Veins:
Let it have vent or else I dye
A Lovers Death, the worst of Pains.
II
No Blushes in my Face appear,The lovely Graces all are fled;
No Cupid wantons in my Hair,
But all's as dismal as the Dead.
III
Oh quicken soon this Mass of mine,Dart through the gaping Chinks of Nature:
No less than Miracles divine
Can change or make me a new Creature.
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