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The Invitation.
Oh my dear Cloris,
Shew where the Store is,
Of all those Sweets which man prone to adore is,
Love makes me slavish,
Oh! let me lavish
Those Joyes that would make an Anchorite ravish,
Sweet, do not lose um,
For in thy bosom
Are all Delights
Of Lovers Nights,
Time will destroy them
Shall I enjoy them,
Let me enshrine
Thy soul with mine.
Shew where the Store is,
Of all those Sweets which man prone to adore is,
Love makes me slavish,
Oh! let me lavish
Those Joyes that would make an Anchorite ravish,
Sweet, do not lose um,
For in thy bosom
Are all Delights
Of Lovers Nights,
Time will destroy them
Shall I enjoy them,
Let me enshrine
Thy soul with mine.
Ile build thee Bowers,
And tinsill Towers,
To let in twi-light, and keep out the Showers;
No Hag shall haunt thee,
Nor Danger daunt thee,
Such sacred Circles Ile set to inchant thee:
Here Health and Treasure
With pliant Pleasure,
Shall ever spread
Their flowry Bed;
Then leave beguiling,
And grant in smiling,
The thing that I
Must do or die.
And tinsill Towers,
To let in twi-light, and keep out the Showers;
No Hag shall haunt thee,
Nor Danger daunt thee,
Such sacred Circles Ile set to inchant thee:
Here Health and Treasure
With pliant Pleasure,
Shall ever spread
Their flowry Bed;
Then leave beguiling,
And grant in smiling,
The thing that I
Must do or die.
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