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The Mad Lover.
I'll from my Breast tear fond Desire,
Since Laura is not mine:
I'll strive to cure the amorous Fire,
And quench the Flame with Wine.
Since Laura is not mine:
I'll strive to cure the amorous Fire,
And quench the Flame with Wine.
Perhaps in Groves and cooling Shade
Soft Slumbers I may find:
There all the Vows to Laura made
Shall vanish with the Wind.
Soft Slumbers I may find:
There all the Vows to Laura made
Shall vanish with the Wind.
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The speaking Strings and charming Song
My Passion may remove:
Oh Musick will the Pain prolong,
And is the Food of Love.
My Passion may remove:
Oh Musick will the Pain prolong,
And is the Food of Love.
I'll search Heav'n, Earth, Hell, Seas, and Air,
And that shall set me free:
Oh Laura's Image will be there
Where Laura will not be.
And that shall set me free:
Oh Laura's Image will be there
Where Laura will not be.
My Soul must still endure the Pain,
And with fresh Torment rave:
For none can ever break the Chain
That once was Laura's Slave.
And with fresh Torment rave:
For none can ever break the Chain
That once was Laura's Slave.
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