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The Repulse writ by a Lady. The Air composed by Mr. William Lawes, Servant to his late Majesty.
1
Your Love if vertuous will shew forthSome fruits of Devotion,
There's no Religion can warrant
A dishonest motion;
Would you entice me to give you respect,
You would not seek then my honour to infect
With poisoned potions:
If I ever did affect you,
'Twas in honour, but in ill ends
I must needs neglect you.
2
That fort is feeble that words can subdueWith their battery,
'Tis better stop our ears, then set them
Open to flattery;
Shall I count that true which cannot be just,
Your sighs and sad silence I may not trust
With eyes so watry:
Take a Lover from a passion,
Like an image out of date
He stands quite out of fashion.
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