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Her Presence.
I
The Gods of old, which to our mortal ViewCame down, and stay'd, could do no more than you,
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Upon th'astonisht People's Head;
No less your Presence I am sure can do,
You are my Doctress and my Med'cine too.
II
One touch of Yours stops the fierce flux of Pain,One piercing Glance baffles the strongest chain;
In your Bright Looks I fairly see
Th'exactest Emblem of Divinity.
If I gaze long, my Parts can't hold entire,
Like melting Wax they drop before the Fire.
III
In vain from Books can I expect Relief,Philosophy's dull Rules can't cure my Grief,
Like Oyl put to my raging Fire,
They but increase my vain desire;
These cheat me all; but in their Looks I see
My Fate resolv'd, and I will follow thee.
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