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To CELIA.

I

Forgive, Thou Fairest of thy kind,
Forgive the wretched Swain,
Who, while thy Charms distract his mind,
Presumes to tell his pain.

II

While other Beauties I rever'd,
Amusement 'twas to me;
For still some kind Defect appear'd,
And I again was free.

III

With wonder Sylvia's Eyes I view'd,
But felt not long the smart;
For when I found the sullen Prude,
I soon recall'd my heart.

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IV

I blest her Voice when Sapho sung,
Can only music kill?
Pastora's Beauty pleaded strong,
But Wit was wanting still.

V

Thou, Celia, only art design'd
To keep a Lover true:
Thy ev'ry charm of Face and Mind
Must ev'ry heart subdue.

VI

To some a beauteous Form is giv'n,
To others Wit or Air;
But Thou (oh! why so partial, Heav'n?)
Dost all together share.