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OUT OF PETRONIUS.

An Imitation.

Fruition is at best but short,
A silly fulsom fleeting sport,
Which when we've perfectly enjoy'd,
We 're quickly weary, quickly cloy'd;
Let's then no more pollute our Breasts,
With fires becoming only Beasts,
Or rush on pleasures, which when known,
We wish it never had been done:

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But thus, Oh! thus let's lye and Kiss
Eternity away in bliss,
No trouble here, or pain you'll find,
Nor need you blush for being kind;
These Raptures, Cloe, never cease,
They please us now, and still will please,
They ne're decay as others do,
But thus, Oh! Thus are always new.