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TO PHÆBE
Who bitt me by the Lip, as I was Kissing Her.
Thanks to the Gods! the cruel Storm is past,I plainly see, that Phæbe's fix'd at last;
She, who but t'other Day despis'd my Pain,
Gave Frowns for Smiles; for Love, a cold Disdain;
Resolv'd to make me love but her alone,
Has set her Stamp, and mark'd me for her Own.
O Cruel! better hadst Thou spar'd this Kiss,
Mark'd some less useful Place, or any Place but This.
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To make me always have you in my Mind:
But take Compassion, give me one Kiss more,
A Civil Kiss, Good Nymph! and heal my Sore.
Kiss off the Mark, and yet believe me True,
For since you make me Love, I'll love, and none but You.
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