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Know this,
Thou lov'ft amifs,

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If fondly thou doft not mistake,
And all defects for graces take,
Perswad'At thyself that jests are broken,
When she hath little or nothing spoken,

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss,

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when thou appear'st to be within,
Thou lett'st not men ask and ask again;
And when thou answereft, if it be
To what was alk'd thee properly,

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss,

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If when thy stomach calls to eat,
Thou cutt'st not fingers 'stead of meat,
And with much gazing on her face,
Doft not rise hungry from the place,

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss,

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.

If by this thou dost discover
That thou art no perfect lover,
And desiring to love true,
Thou doft begin to love anew ;

Know this,
Thou lov'st amiss,

And to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.

SONG IX.

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TELL me, Damon, doft thou languish

With a Now, consuming Melting still in speechless anguish

For the maid thou dost admire ? If thy heart such paflion prove, Shepherd, thou dost truly love.

Flying, dost thou still pursue her ?

Absent, does the haunt thy dream ? Present, dost thou ceaseless woo her?

Is her worth thy only theme? If thy heart such passion prove, Shepherd, thou dost truly love.

Does cach rivals merit grieve thee?

Whilft in health dost thou complain ? Can no balm but love relieve thee?

None but Celia ease thy pain? If thy heart such passion prove, Shepherd, thou dost truly love.

Canft

Canst thou view each bright perfection

In her mind, and in her face?
Does each fault escape detection,

Every blemish seem a grace?
If thy heart such passion prove,
Shepherd, thou doft truly love.

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COME

OME here fond youth, whoe'er thou be
That boasts to love as

well as me, And if thy breast have felt so wide a wound,

Come hither and thy flame approve;

I'll teach thee what it is to love,
And by what marks true passion may be found.

It is to be all bath'd in tears,

To live upon a smile for years, To lie whole ages at a beautys feet;

To kneel, to languish and implore,

And still though she disdain, adore ;
It is to do all this and think thy sufferings sweet.

It is to gaze upon

her

eyes
With eager joy and fond surprise
Yet temper'd with such chaste and aweful fear

As wretches feel who wait their doom ;

Nor must one ruder thought presume,
Though but in whispers breath'd, to meet her ear.

It is to hope, though hope were loft,

Though heaven and earth thy passion croft;
Though she were bright as fainted queens above,

And thou the least and meanest swain

That folds his Aock upon the plain,
Yet if thou dar'ít not hope, thou dost not love.

It is to quench thy joy in tears,

To nurse strange doubts and groundless fears ;
If pangs of jealousy thou haft not prov'd,

Though she were fonder and more true

Than any nymph old poets drew,
Oh never dream again that thou hast lov’d.

If when the darling maid is gone,

Thou doft not seck to'be alone,
Wrapt in a pleasing trance of tender woe;

And muse, and fold thy languid arms,

Feeding thy fancy on her charms,
Thou dost not love, for love is nourish'd so.

If any hopes thy bosom share
But those which love has planted there,

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Or any cares but his thy breast enthrall,
Thou never yet

his
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haft known;
Love fits on a despotic throne,
And reigns a tyrant, if he reigns at all.

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Now if thou art so lost a thing,

Here all thy tender forrows bring,
And prove whose patience longest can endure;

We'll strive whose fancy shall be lost

In dreams of fondeít passion moft,
For if thou thus hast lov'd, oh! never hope a cure.

SONG XI.

A

Maxim this, amongst the wife,

That absence cures a love-sick mind;
And others, who philofophise,

Gravely pronounce, that Love is blind.”
Alas! too well do lovers see,
And, separated, best agree.

Banish me from Belindas fight;

Or, the fond maid far hence remove:
Our bodies part; our souls unite;

The more we grieve, the more we love :
Believe the youth you wrongly blame;
Absence adds fuel to the flame,

VOL. I.

H

Between

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