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LOVE Alamode.
A SONG.
Love's the Fever of the Mind;'Tis a Grief that none can cure,
'Till the Nymph you love prove kind:
She can give you Ease again,
She can best remove the Pain
Which you for her endure.
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Sighing, dying, canting, whining;
Spend not Time in vain pursuing,
If she does not love you,—make her;
When she loves you, then—forsake her;
'Tis the Modish Way of wooing.
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