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SONG. From the same.

[When Preciosa's gentle Touch]

When Preciosa's gentle Touch
Awakes the Lute with spritely Art,
Her flying Fingers Charms are such,
They slide unheeded to the Heart.
And when her Voice, with sweet Surprize,
Melodious strikes the raptur'd Ear;
What gay Applauses fill the Skies!
What Pleasures gladden all that hear!

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Her Looks, her Virtue, and her Wit,
A thousand Hearts enthrall'd command;
While Cupid humbly at her Feet
Resigns his Arrows to her Hand.
Her sparkling Eyes, with blazing Day,
Oppress the rash Beholder's Sight;
And Love, by Her, his cruel Sway
Extends with unresisted Might.