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Could all your arts successful prove,
Would you a maid undo, . Whose greatest failing is her love,
And that her love for you?
Say, would you use that very power
You from her fondness claim, To ruin in one fatal hour
A life of spotless fame.
Resolve not then to do an ill
Because perhaps you may,
To save me than betray.
Be you yourself my virtue's guard,
Defend and not pursue,
To strive with love and you.
STRÉPHON when you see me fly
Let not this your fear create,
Out of love as out of hate;
Did I out of hatred run
Less you'd be my pain and care ; But the youth I love, to shun,
Who can such a trial bear? Who that such a swain did see Who could love and fly like me?
Cruel duty bids me go,
Gentle love commands me stay; | Duty's still to love a foe,
Shall I this or that obey? Duty frowns, and Cupid smiles, That defends; and this beguiles.
Ever by these crystal streams
I could sit and hear thee sigh, Ravish'd with these pleasing dreams
O’tis worse than death to fly:
Strephon, if you love me, leave me,
If you stay I am undone ;
Prithee, charming swain, be gone.
W hen first I saw thee graceful move
Ah me, what meant my throbbing breast? Say, soft confusion, art thou love?
If love thou art, then farewell rest!
Since doom'd I am to love thee, fair,
Tho' hopeless of a warm return, Yet kill me not with cold despair,
But let me live, and let me burn.
With gentle smiles asswage the pain
Those gentle smiles did first create; And, tho' you cannot love again,
In pity, oh! forbear to hate.
Now see my Goddess, earthly born.*
Furnish'd from nature's boundless store,
Untaught as Venus, when she found
And unaccomplish'd all as Eve
Yet there is something in her face,
* This Song is designed as a contrast to an Address to Wisdom.'.
And there is magic in her eye,
And there are words that she can speak,
And she has ráptures in her pow'r,
Let me but kiss her soft warm hand,
And let her listen to my tale,