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 Your infant beauty could forget no happiness nor pain. When I this dawning did admire, and prais'd the coming day, I little thought that rising fire, would take my rest away.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay, as metals in a mine: Age from no face takes more away than youth conceal'd in thine; But as your charms insensibly to their perfection prest, So love as unperceiv'd did fly and center'd in my breast.

My passions with your beauty grew, while Cupid at my heart Still as his mother favour'd you, threw a new flaming dart, Each gloried in their wanton part: to make a lover, he Employ'd the utmost of his heart: to make a beauty, she.

HOW pleasant a sailor's life passes, who roams o'er the watery main!