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By me indeed you are allow'd
The wonder of your kind ;
Whom love has render'd blind.
Y love was fickle once and changing,
Nor e'er would settle in my heart, From beauty still to beauty ranging,
In every face I found a dart.
'Twas first a charming shape enflay'd me,
the fatal stroke; Till by her wit CORINNA fav’d me,
And all my former fetters broke.
But now a long and lasting anguish
For BELVIDERA I endure ; Hourly I figh, and hourly languish, Nor hope to find the wonted cure.
For here the false inconstant lover
After a thousand beauties showni, Does new surprising charms discover,
And finds variety in one.
OT, Celia, that I juster am,
Or truer than the rest ;
Were it interest.
But I'm so fix'd alone to thee
By every thought I have,
'Twould be again your slave.
All that in woman is ador'd
In thy dear felf I find;
The handsome, and the kind,
Not to my virtue, but thy power
This constancy is due,
"Tis easy to be true.
T is not, Celia, in our power
To say how long our love will last;
may we within this hour
Then since we mortal lovers are,
But while it does, let us take care
AY, MYRA, why is gentle love
A stranger to that mind, Which pity and esteem can move ;
Which can be just and kind ?
Is it because you fear to share
The ills that love moleft;
That rack the am'rous breaft?
Alas! by some degree of woe
We every bliss must gain :
That never feels a pain.
YNTHIA frowns whene'er I woo her,
Yet she's vex'd if I give over ;
But much more to lose her lover :
Pr’ythee Cynthia look behind you,
Age and wrinkles will o’ertake you,
you. Think, oh! think, the fad condition To be past, yet with fruition.