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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,
every face I found a dart.
'Twas first a charming shape enslav'd me,
the fatal stroke;
my former fetters broke.
But now a long and lasting anguish
For BelVIDERA I endure ;
Nor hope to find the wonted cure.
For here the false inconitant lover
After a thousand beauties showii, Does new surprising charms discover,
And finds variety in one.
TOT, Celia, that I juster am,
Or truer than the rest;
But I'm so fix'd alone to thee
By every thought I have,
"Twould be again your flave.
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;
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 efteem 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 breast?
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 :
Priythee Cynthia look behind you,
Age and wrinkles will o'ertake you, Then too late desire will find
you When the power does forsake
you. Think, oh! think, the fad condition To be part, yet wish fruition.