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SONG To his Mistress.

I

Whilst I am scorch'd with hot Desire,
In vain, cold Friendship you return;
Your Drops of Pity on my Fire,
Alas! but make it fiercer burn.

II

Ah! wou'd you have the Flame supprest
That kills the Heart it heals too fast,
Take half my Passion to your Breast,
The rest in Mine shall ever last.