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 How will it sound, when future Poets write, That I, by Favour of the silent Night, The Desk erected in the Church's Right! Curb then your fond Desires; nor seek to shock My solid Honour, stable as a Rock. Ah! do not Barberissa's Vertue stain, Nor those fair Eyes bedew with brackish Rain; Nor with ungenerous Sighs protract my Stay, For Heav'n has call'd me, and I must obey.

This said; He leaves her full of anxious Fears, Her Cheeks all delug'd with a Flood of Tears. Streight the Vermillion vanish'd from her Face, And the wan Lily took the Rose's Place. Thrice to recall the Salvage Man sh' assay'd; But her rebellious Tongue thrice disobey'd. Then