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Torment not thus your pretty heart: Think, Flavia, we may meet again,

As well as, that we now must part.

You figh and weep: the Gods neglect
That precious dew your eyes let fall:
Our joy and grief with like respect
They mind; and that is, not at all.

We pray, in hopes they will be kind,
As if they did regard our state:
They hear; and the return we find
Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.

Then clear your brow, and look more gay,
Do not yourself to grief refign;

Who knows but that those powers may
The pair, they now have parted, join?

But, fince they have thus cruel been,
And could fuch conftant lovers sever;
I dare not truft, left now they 're in,
They should divide us two for ever.
VOL. II.

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Then

Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Remembering though upon what score;
This our laft parting look believe,

Believe we must embrace no more.

Yet, fhould our fun fhine out at last;
And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling cast,

To make two wandering lovers meet;

How great then would our pleasure be,
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd;
And we, who had no hopes to fee
Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!

But fay, fhould Heaven bring no relief,
Suppose our fun fhould never rife :
Why then what 's due to fuch a grief,
We've paid already with our eyes.

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M R. DE F.ES CH.

LET perjur'd fair Amynta know,

What for her fake I undergo;
Tell her, for her how I fuftain
A lingering fever's wafting pain;
Tell her, the torments I endure,
Which only, only the can cure.

But, oh! the fcorns to hear, or fee,
The wretch that lies fo low as me;
Her fudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephen hopes, alas! in vain :
For ne'er 'twas found (though often try'd)
That pity ever dwelt with pride.

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PHILLIS, fince we have both been kind,

And of each other had our fill; Tell me what pleasure you can find, In forcing nature 'gainst her will.

"Tis true, you may with art and pain
Keep-in fome glowings of defire;
But fill thofe glowings which remain
Are only afhes of the fire.

Then let us free each other's foul,
And laugh at the dull conftant fool,
Who would Love's liberty controul,

And teach us how to whine by rule.

Let us no impofitions fet,

Or clogs upon each other's heart;
But, as for pleasure firft we met,
So now for pleasure let us part.

We

We both have spent our stock of love,
So confequently should be free;
Thyrfis expects you in yon' grove;
And pretty Chloris stays for me.

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MR. D E FESC H.

PHILLIS, this pious talk give o’er,

And modeftly pretend no more;

It is too plain an art :

Surely you take me for a fool,

And would by this prove me so dull,

As not to know your heart.

In vain you fancy to deceive,
For truly I can ne'er believe

But this is all a fham;

Since any one may plainly fee,

You'd only fave yourfelf with me,

And with another damn.

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