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217
THE FORCE OF BEAUTY.
Myrtilla
with her Arts
So enslaves all our Hearts,
Her Presence 'tis Death to abide;
She faster can take 'em,
Than Heaven can make 'em,
Good Heav'n! lay your Moulds all aside.
So enslaves all our Hearts,
Her Presence 'tis Death to abide;
She faster can take 'em,
Than Heaven can make 'em,
Good Heav'n! lay your Moulds all aside.
218
'Tis but Labour and Pain
To work so in vain,
That the Women may shew their nice Arts;
Can You but contrive
Without Work to live,
Never fear, we can live without Hearts.
To work so in vain,
That the Women may shew their nice Arts;
Can You but contrive
Without Work to live,
Never fear, we can live without Hearts.
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