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Song.
[No, I will sooner trust the Wind]
No, I will sooner trust the Wind,
When falsely kind
It courts the pregnant Sails into a storm,
And when the smiling Waves perswade
Be willingly betray'd,
Then thy deceitful Vows or Form.
When falsely kind
It courts the pregnant Sails into a storm,
And when the smiling Waves perswade
Be willingly betray'd,
Then thy deceitful Vows or Form.
Go and beguile some easie heart
With thy vain art;
Thy smiles and kisses on those fools bestow,
Who only see the Calms that sleep
On this smooth flatt'ring Deep,
But not the hidden dangers know.
With thy vain art;
Thy smiles and kisses on those fools bestow,
Who only see the Calms that sleep
On this smooth flatt'ring Deep,
But not the hidden dangers know.
They that like me thy Falsehood prove,
Will scorn thy Love.
Some may deceiv'd at first adore thy Shrine
But He that as thy sacrifice
Doth willingly fall twice,
Dies his own Martyr, and not thine.
Will scorn thy Love.
Some may deceiv'd at first adore thy Shrine
But He that as thy sacrifice
Doth willingly fall twice,
Dies his own Martyr, and not thine.
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