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52. | [52.] Now Love be prais'd |
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[52.] Now Love be prais'd
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Now Love be prais'd! that cruel Fair,Who my poor Heart restrain
Under so many chains,
Hath weav'd a new one for it of her Hair.
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These threads of Amber us'd to playWith every Courtly wind,
And never were confin'd,
But in a thousand Curls aloud to stray.
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Cruel each part of her is grown,Nor less unkind then She
These fetters are to Me,
Which to restrain my Freedome, lose their own.
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