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Prithee sweet fair one, why so coy?
Hence with that frown of cold disdain,
Beauty like thine was form'd for joy,
And mirth and gentleness should fill thy train;
Let meaner Beauties study to give pain,
'Tis nobler far to build, than to destroy.
Hence with that frown of cold disdain,
Beauty like thine was form'd for joy,
And mirth and gentleness should fill thy train;
Let meaner Beauties study to give pain,
'Tis nobler far to build, than to destroy.
Tune then thy heart to gentle love,
With smiles my fondest vows receive,
Each anxious care shall far remove,
To love and mutual joys alone we'll live,
Joys only heavenly charms like thine can give,
Joys only constant hearts like mine can prove.
With smiles my fondest vows receive,
Each anxious care shall far remove,
To love and mutual joys alone we'll live,
Joys only heavenly charms like thine can give,
Joys only constant hearts like mine can prove.
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