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CXI
TO CELINDA

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

Celinda, think not by Disdain,
To vanquish my Desire
By telling me, I sigh in vain
And feed a hopeless Fire.
Despair it self too weak does prove,
Your Beauty to disarm,
By Fate I was ordain'd to Love,
As you were born to Charm.