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Hither ye sighing lovers, ye fond swains,
Who chaunt in piteous, sentimental strains,
Of slighted vows, and female perjuries;
Hence with your sighs, your unavailing tears,
Your jealous pangs, vain doubts, and groundless fears;
Who hear you—scorn; who pity you—despise.
Who chaunt in piteous, sentimental strains,
Of slighted vows, and female perjuries;
Hence with your sighs, your unavailing tears,
Your jealous pangs, vain doubts, and groundless fears;
Who hear you—scorn; who pity you—despise.
For howsoe'er disguis'd by fraud, or art,
Meer mortal, giddy creatures still at heart,
Women admire, caress the bold, the brave;
But whine, and fawn, and cringe—though for an hour—
The haughty Goddesses exert their pow'r,
And spurn with insolence the kneeling slave.
Meer mortal, giddy creatures still at heart,
Women admire, caress the bold, the brave;
But whine, and fawn, and cringe—though for an hour—
The haughty Goddesses exert their pow'r,
And spurn with insolence the kneeling slave.
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Then when the common rant of flames and darts,
And wounds, and torments, racks, and bleeding hearts;
When these are calmly heard, or fail to move,
With eager ardour clasp her tempting charms,
The smiling fair will melt into your arms,
Crown all your toils, and grant you love for love.
And wounds, and torments, racks, and bleeding hearts;
When these are calmly heard, or fail to move,
With eager ardour clasp her tempting charms,
The smiling fair will melt into your arms,
Crown all your toils, and grant you love for love.
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