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[Oh! fond remembrance! do not bring]
Oh! fond remembrance! do not bring
False notions to my easy heart.
And make the foolish tender thing
Think, that with Love it cannot part;
Or dy when e're the charming God
Forsak's his old and kind abode.
False notions to my easy heart.
And make the foolish tender thing
Think, that with Love it cannot part;
Or dy when e're the charming God
Forsak's his old and kind abode.
And thou, my heart, be calm and Pleas'd,
For better hours thou now shalt see,
Of all thy Anxious torments eas'd
From all thy toyles and slavery free,
From Beauties Pride and peevish scorns
From Wits Intregueing false returns.
For better hours thou now shalt see,
Of all thy Anxious torments eas'd
From all thy toyles and slavery free,
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From Wits Intregueing false returns.
'Tis Honour now thou shalt persue,
Her dictates only shalt obey;
Yet Beauty en Passant may view
And be with all loves Pleasures Gay,
Quench when you please resistless fires,
But make no business of desires.
Her dictates only shalt obey;
Yet Beauty en Passant may view
And be with all loves Pleasures Gay,
Quench when you please resistless fires,
But make no business of desires.
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