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[Though Celia's born to be ador'd]
[I]
Though Celia's born to be ador'd,And Strephon to adore her born,
In vain her pity is implor'd,
Who kills him twice with charms and scorn.
II
Fair saint, to your blest orb repair,To learn in heaven a heavenly mind;
Thence harken to a sinner's prayer,
And be less beauteous, or more kind.
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