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A SONG.

[Had the too tender Gods first made]

I

Had the too tender Gods first made
Men's Hearts as hard as Steel,
Their Weakness ne're had been betraid
By ev'ry stroak they feel.

II

Scattered by Cupid's Darts welye,
And yet still call for more,
Happier we ev'ry minute dye
Than e're we liv'd before.

III

Surely the generous Gods above
Have Hearts as well as we,
Nay they must passionately love,
If we in Form agree.

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IV

But they alas more Pleasures find,
Fixt to no World they rove,
Whilst we are here to one confin'd,
They pick and chuse their Love.