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[Oh! what Pleasure 'tis to find]
Oh! what Pleasure 'tis to find
A coy heart melt by slow degrees;
When to yeilding tis inclin'd,
Yet her fear a ruin sees.
When her tears do kindly flow,
And her sighs do come and goe.
A coy heart melt by slow degrees;
When to yeilding tis inclin'd,
Yet her fear a ruin sees.
When her tears do kindly flow,
And her sighs do come and goe.
Oh! how charming tis, to meet
Soft resistance from the fair;
When her pride and wishes meet
And by turns increase her care.
Oh! how charming 'tis to know,
She wou'd yeild but can't tell how,
Soft resistance from the fair;
When her pride and wishes meet
And by turns increase her care.
Oh! how charming 'tis to know,
She wou'd yeild but can't tell how,
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Oh! how pretty is her scorn
When confus'd 'twixt Love and Shame,
Still refusing (though she burn,)
The soft pressures of my Flame.
Her Pride in her denyal lies,
And mine is in my Victories.
When confus'd 'twixt Love and Shame,
Still refusing (though she burn,)
The soft pressures of my Flame.
Her Pride in her denyal lies,
And mine is in my Victories.
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