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SONG.

I

Tis true, I know my Passion vain,
Nor hope to win the Fair,
Yet still persist to hug my chain,
And triumph in Despair.

II

What Merit can the shepherd boast
Who finds a yielding Maid?
He mercenary is at most
Who serves but to be paid.

III

Let me, tho' Love's with Hate return'd,
Indulge that love the more,
And when I'm slighted, loath'd, and scorn'd,
Be silent, and adore.

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IV

In those dear Eyes, that Angel Face,
So many Beauties lie;
Be this (ye Fates) my humble place,
To gaze, admire, and die.