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TO PHÆBE,
On Her wishing to learn upon the SPINNET.
Say, Phæbe! say how could you wish to proveThe sad Effects of soft-inchanting Love?
How could you wish to see your Slave expire,
Struck by the Sweetness of your magick Lyre?
Are You too weak the Lover's War to wage,
That doubly arm'd you must our Sex engage?
Alas! we know too well your Beauty's Charms,
Too well we know the Conquests of those Arms:
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New Schemes of Conquest in your Bosom roul;
With lawless Pride you spread your subtle Snares,
And boast, that Beauty's nothing, if she spares:
Then, charming Creature! have your wish, and prove
How sweetly you can kill the Thing, you cannot love.
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