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 JOHN DRYDEN

Great God of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command,

That all religions can invade,

And change the laws of every land^

Where thou hadst plac'd such power before,

Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.

When Chloris to the temple comes, Adoring crowds before her fall;

She can restore the dead from tombs And every life but mine recall.

I only am by Love design'd

To be the victim for mankind.

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��CHARLES WEBBE

416 Against Indifference

rORE love or more disdain I crave,

Sweet, be not still indifferent: O send me quickly to my grave,

Or else afford me more content' Or love or hate me more or less, For love abhors all lukewarmness.

Give me a tempest if 'twill drive Me to the place where I would be;

Or if you'll have me still alive, Confess you will be kind to me.

Give hopes of bliss or dig my grave:

More love or more disdain I crave.

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