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Song.
[Fool take up thy shaft again]
Fool take up thy shaft again;
If thy store
Thou profusely spend in vain,
Who can furnish thee with more?
Throw not then away thy darts,
On impenetrable hearts.
If thy store
Thou profusely spend in vain,
Who can furnish thee with more?
Throw not then away thy darts,
On impenetrable hearts.
Think not thy pale flame can warm
Into tears,
Or dissolve the snowy charm
Which her frozen bosom wears,
That expos'd unmelted lies
To the bright suns of her eyes.
Into tears,
Or dissolve the snowy charm
Which her frozen bosom wears,
That expos'd unmelted lies
To the bright suns of her eyes.
But since thou thy power hast lost,
Nor canst fire
Kindle in that breast, whose frost
Doth these flames in mine inspire,
Not to thee but Her I'le sue,
That disdains both me and you.
Nor canst fire
Kindle in that breast, whose frost
Doth these flames in mine inspire,
Not to thee but Her I'le sue,
That disdains both me and you.
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