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T the Sight of my Phillis, from every Part

JTx. A Spring Tide of Joy does flow up to my Heart,Which quickens each Pulie, and swells ev’ry Vein,

Yet all my Delights are still mingled with Pain>

So strange a Distemper sure Love cannot bring ;

To my Knowledge, Love was a quieter ThingsSo gentle and tame, that he never was knownSo much as to wake me when I lay alone.

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Bat the Boy is much grown, and so alter’d of late,He’s become a more furious Passion than Hate ;

Since by Phillis restor’d to the Empire of Hearts,He has new strung his Bow, and lharpen’d his Darts 5And strictly the Rights of his Crown to maintain,He wounds ev’ry Heart, and turns ev’ry Brain.

III.

But my Madness, alas 1 I too plainly discover *

For he is ac least as much Madman as Lover,

Who for one cruel Beauty does easily quitAll the Nymphs of the Stage, and those of the Pit,The Joys of H\de-Pa*k, and the Mall 's dear Delight,To live sober all Day, and be chaste all the Night.

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