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 ( 24 ) And all their tuneful art beſtow, To give us change of ſongs : Scenes of delight my ſoul poſſeſs'd, I bleſs'd and hugg'd my maid ; I robb'd the kiſſes from her breaſt, Sweet as the noon-day's ſhade. Joy tranſporting never fails, To fly away as air, Another ſwain with her prevails To be as falſe as fair. What can my fatal paſſion care? I'll never woo again ; All her diſdain I muſt endure, Adoring her in vain, What pity 'tis to hear the boy, Thus ſighing with his pain ; But time and ſcorn may give him joy. To hear her ſigh again to Ah! fickle Chloe, be advis'd, Do not thyſelf beguile, A faithful lover ſhould be priz'd, Then cure him with a ſmile. FINIS.