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36 Attend, while that harmonious tongue Each bosom, each desire commands; Apollo's lute by Hermes strung And touch'd by chaste Minerva's hands, Attend. I feel a force divine, O, win my thoughts to thine,

Yet conscious of the dang'rous charm, Soon would I turn my steps away; Nor oft provoke the lovely harm, Nor once relax my reason's sway. But thou, my friend—What sudden sighs? What means the blush that comes and flies?

So soon again to meet the fair? So pensive all this absent hour? —O yet, unlucky youth, beware, While yet to think is in thy pow'r. In