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the sharp pains the tyrant Love

Since first I saw thee made me feel,

To thee a thousand times above,

I come those pains to heal,

My village girl! but soon as nigh

To thee I find my way,

If e'er so bold to be I try,

I know not what to say.

My voices fail, and mournful sighs,

Malicious phrenzy watching o'er,

The place of them alone supplies;

While mocks my efforts more

The traitor god, when anxious by

My thoughts to speak I pray;

If e'er so bold to be I try,

I know not what to say.

Then feels his fire so strong my soul,

Meseems to die my only fate,

My tears in torrents freely roll,

And with deep groanings wait,