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A Song.
Coy
Clelia, veil those Charming Eyes,
From whose surprize there's none can part;
For he that gazes, surely dyes,
Or leaves behind a conquered Heart.
From whose surprize there's none can part;
For he that gazes, surely dyes,
Or leaves behind a conquered Heart.
I durst not once presume to look,
Or cast my wary Eyes aside:
But as a Boy that Cons his Book,
Close sitting by his Masters side,
Or cast my wary Eyes aside:
But as a Boy that Cons his Book,
Close sitting by his Masters side,
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Dares not presume to look awry,
On Toys that catch the wand'ring sense;
So if I gaze, I surely die:
Against those Charms there's no defence.
On Toys that catch the wand'ring sense;
So if I gaze, I surely die:
Against those Charms there's no defence.
Thus Heathens at the Suns up-rise,
Unto the Ground did bow their Head,
Not able with their feeble Eyes
To view their God they worshipped.
Unto the Ground did bow their Head,
Not able with their feeble Eyes
To view their God they worshipped.
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