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If I for Zelinda die

Deaf to poor Mizella's cries,
Ask not me the reason why;

Seek the riddle in the skies.


DEAR Colin prevent my warm blushes,

. Since how can I speak without pain ? My eyes have oft told you my wishes,

0! can't you their meaning explain?

My passion would lose by expression,

And you too might cruelly blame; Then don't you expect a confession,

Of what is too tender to name.

Since your's is the province of speaking,

Why should you expect it from me? Our wishes should be in our keeping,

Till you tell us what they should be.

Then quickly why don't you discover?

Did your heart feel such tortures as mine, Eyes need not tell over and over

What I in my bosom confine.

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Good Madam, when ladies are willing,

A man must needs look like a fool;
For me I would not give a shilling

For one that can love without rule.

At least you should wait for our offers,

Nor snatch like old maids in despair;
If you've liv'd to these years without proffers,

Your sighs are now lost in the air.

You should leave us to guess at your blushing,

And not speak the matter too plain; 'Tis ours to be forward and pushing;

'Tis yours to affect a disdain.

That you're in a terrible taking

From all your fond oglings I see;
But the fruit that will fall without shaking

Indeed is too mellow for me.

Say Yaasii

Emai is.

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W hen first I sought fair Cælia's love,

And ev'ry charm was new, .. I swore by all the God's above

To be for ever true.

But long in vain did I adore,

Long wept and sigh'd in vain; Still she protested, vow'd, and swore

She ne'er would ease my pain.

At last o'ercome she made me blest,

And yielded all her charms; And I forsook her when possest,

And fled to others arms.

But let not this, dear Cælia, now.

To rage thy breast incline,
For why, since you forget your vow,

Should I remember mine?

CORINNA cost me many a prayer,

Ere I her heart could gain, But she ten thousand more should hear

To take that heart again.

Despair I thought the greatest curse,

But to my cost I find
Corinna's constancy still worse,

Most cruel when too kind.

How blindly then does Cupid carve,

How ill divide the joy,
Who does at first his lovers starve,

And then with plenty cloy.


All my past life is mine no more,

The flying hours are gone; Like transitory dreams given o'er, Whose images are kept in store

By memory alone.

The time that is to come, is not ;

How then can it be mine?
The present moment's all my lot,
And that, as fast as it is got,

Phyllis, is only thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,

False hearts, and broken vows; If I, by miracle, can be This live-long minute true to thee,

'Tis all that heaven allows.

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Yes, I'm in love, I feel it now,

And Celia has undone me; But yet I swear I can't tell how

The pleasing plague stole on me.

'Tis not her face that love creates,

For there no graces revel ; 'Tis not her shape, for there the fates

Have rather been uncivil.

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