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THE Censorious LOVER.
A CANTATA.
RECIT.
Bright Teraminta cross'd the Grove,Attended by a Virgin Train,
To Wed a Shepherd of the Plain,
Whose Wealth had got the upper Hand of Love:
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She past regardless by;
Who thus forsaken, and despis'd,
Did to her seeming Scorn reply.
AIR.
For trusting a Creature,Inconstant by Nature,
I'm rightly rewarded
The more we are Faithful,
The more they're Ungrateful,
The less we're regarded.
RECIT.
Touch'd by Remorse, she left her Train,And caught him in this railing Strain;
She turn'd his Torments to a Jest,
While thus the Swain his Joy exprest.
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AIR.
There is no MeasureTo my Pleasure,
When Thou art in my Arms;
To fix Thee here,
I'd Laugh at Fear,
And Triumph in Alarms.
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