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AINST keepers we petition,

Who wou'd inclose the common :

"Tis enough to raise fedition

In the free-born fubject, woman;
Because for his gold

I my body have fold,

He thinks I'm a flave for my life;

He rants, domineers,

He fwaggers and fwears,

And wou'd keep me as bare as his wife,

'Gainft keepers we petition, &c.

'Tis honeft and fair,

That a feast I prepare;

But when his dull appetite's o'er,

I'll treat with the reft

Some welcomer guest,

For the reck'ning was paid me before.

NATURE

ATURE foft delights requiring,

N Youth and beauty both confpiring,

Envious time about thee watching,
And fome grace each moment catching;
Seize, Clariffa, feize occation,
And comply with kind perfuafion.

Whilft I'm with you fondly pleading
See the ravage I was dreading!
Lo! fleet time, relentless, mowing
Virgin beauties, as they're growing!
Seize, Clariffa, &c.

Ah! the cheeks, like rofes blooming,
Blasted, foon will be confuming;
And the eyes, fo bright and fhining,
In their beamy life declining!
Seize, Clariffa, &c.

Golden hairs, fo late our wonder,
Are become the tyrant's plunder.
Where, ah! where the lips, like rubies?
Where the gently heaving bubbies?
Seize, Clariffa, &c.

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Charms yet free, in our opinion,
Soon will die in time's dominion!
Wou'd you fome fhou'd 'fcape the ruin?
Ufe then thofe that I am wooing.
Seize, Clariffa, &c.

Only that, at present tafted,
Never can, by time, be wasted:
All his fpeed will ne'er recover,
What is granted to a lover:
Then, Clariffa, feize occafion,
And comply with kind perfuafion,

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AIR rebel, to thy felf and time,

When thou haft loft thy youthful prime:
Late wilt thou weigh and curfe thy pride,
And late wou'dft grant what's now deny'd;
And, while in flames, like mine, I fee thee burn,
Think'ft thou, coy fair, I fhall not laugh my turn?

Or fhou'dft thou ever chance to pay
Thy love and my vain hope away
To fome dull foul, that cannot know 27
The worth of what thou doft bestowar
Wilt thou not late thy felf, remorseful, find,
To me long cruel, or to him foon kind?

Ан!

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H! Syren charmer, turn again,

You hide your face, from me, in vain. Already, I've receiv'd my fate,

And now, to fave me, 'tis too late!

The love, that darted from your eyes,
My heart has taken, by surprise:
And, tho' you turn, and fly away,
He'll revel here, both night and day.

Alas! nor ftratagem, nor force,
Can, from my breast, his pow'r divorce.
No claim of yours, on him, can be
So ftrong, as that he owns from me.

What is his fhadow, in your fight,
But like the scatter'd beams of light?
His fubftance, in my bofom, dwells,

Like fire, that scatter'd light excells. >

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FTER dire hurricanes at fea,

How failors blefs a calm retreat! How sweet their fon's return must be To mother's, whofe unceafing tears, And eloquence of earnest pray'rs,

Their abfence mourn'd, and melted stubborn faté.

So, after tedious hours are pass'd

By lovers, whom late jars disjoin'd,
Wish'd reconcilement comes at last,

With double charms of bleft relief,
To put an end to painful grief,

And make their joys more rapt'rous and refin'd.

Such was, and is, our mutual cafe,
Clariffa, (fo the fates ordain'd)
What pangs we fuffer'd all the space

Our variance lafted! How fincere
The joy our fouls, united, fhare!
But fhall again our pleasure have an end!

YET

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