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HEN gentle firt I knew, A breat o good, o kind, o true, Reaon and tate approv'd; Plea'd to indulge o pure a flame, I call'd it by too oft a name, And fondly thought I lov'd.

Till came: with ad urprie I felt the light'ning of her eyes Thro' all my enes run; All glowing with reitles charms, She fill'd my breat with new alarms, I aw, and was undone.