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( 8 ) Dear Sir, my ſervent have related,

How you have for ſome hours waited,

In my parlour, tell me who

In my houſe that you do know

Madam, if I have offended,

It is more than I intended,

A young Lady brought me here.

That is very true my dear.

I can be no longer cruel

To my dear and only jewel

Thou are mine end I am thine,

Hard and heart I do reſign!

Once I was thy wounded lover

Now thoſe fears are cleanly over,

by receiving what I gave,

Thou art Lord of all have.

Beauty, honour love and treaſure

A rich golden ſtream of pleaſure,

With this Lady he enjoys.

Thanks to Cupid's kind decoys.

Now he is cloth'd in rich attire,

Not inferior to any 'quire;

Beauty, honour, riches ſtore,

What can a man defire more.

OUR charms to ruin led the way,

My ſence depriv'd

My ſtrength enſlav'd;

As I did love you betray:

How great's the curſe, how hard anyfate,

To paſs life's ſea with ſuch a mate,