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Thus in great Homer's war throughout the field Some hero ftill made all things mortal yield; But when a god once took the vanquish'd fide, The weak prevail'd, and the victorious dy❜d.

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To One who accused him of being too fenfual in his Love.

THINK not, my Fair! 't is fin or fhame

To blefs the man who so adores,
Nor give fo hard unjust a name

To all thofe favours he implores.

Beauty is Heav'n's most bounteous gift esteem'd,
Because by love men are from vice redeem'd.

Yet with not vainly for a love
From all the force of nature clear;
That is referv'd for those above,
And 't is a fault to claim it here.

For fenfual joys ye scorn that we should love ye,
But love without them is as much above ye.

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SONG I. INCONSTANCY EXCUSED.

I MUST confefs I am untrue

To Gloriana's eyes,

But he that 's fmil'd upon by you

Muft all the world defpife.

In winter fires of little worth

Excite our dull defire,

But when the fun breaks kindly forth

Thofe fainter flames expire.

Then blame me not for flighting now

What I did once adore;

O! do but this one change allow,

And I can change no more:

Fix'd by your never-failing charms,
Till I with age decay,

Till languishing within your arms,
I sigh my soul away.

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SONG II.

OH! conceal that charming creature my wond'ring wishing eyes!

From

Ev'ry motion, ev'ry feature,
Does fome ravish'd heart surprise;
But, oh! I fighing, fighing, fee
The happy swain! she ne'er can be
Falfe to him or kind to me.

Yet if I could humbly show her,
Ah! how wretched I remain,
"Tis not, fure, a thing below her
Still to pity fo much pain.

The gods fome pleasure, pleasure, take,
Happy as themselves to make

Those who fuffer for their fake.

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SONG III. THE RECONCILEMENT.

COME, let us now resolve at last

To live and love in quiet;
We'll tie the knot so very fast
That Time fhall ne'er untie it.

The trueft joys they seldom prove
Who free from quarrels live;'
'Tis the most tender part of love
Each other to forgive.

When least I feem'd concern'd, I took

No pleasure nor no rest,

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And when I feign'd an angry look,
Alas! I lov'd you best.

Own but the fame to me, you'll find
How blefs'd will be our fate:

Oh! to be happy, to be kind,

Sure never is too late.

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SONG IV.

FROM all uneafy paffions free,
Revenge, ambition, jealousy,
Contented, I had been too bleft
If love and you had let me reft:
Yet that dull life I now despise;
Safe from your eyes.

I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys.

Amidst a thousand kind defires

Which beauty moves and love inspires,
I feel of tender fear,

Such pangs

No heart fo foft as mine can bear;

Yet I'll defy the worst of harms:

Such are your charms,

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"Tis worth a life to die within your arms.

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