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 COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA 133 ���A SONG �If for a Woman I wou'd dye, �It shou'd for Gloriana be, But lovers, you that talk so high, Inform, whilst in the Grave I lye �What reward can reach to me ? �If, I my freedom wou'd resign, �That freedom, she alone shou'd have, �But tell me, you that can define, �If I, by Marriage, make her mine, �Which may be call'd the greater slave? �Then Gloriana, since 'tis plain �Love, with these two, can n'er agree �Since death and Mariage, are his bane, �Those melancholy thoughts we'll flee, And chearfull Lovers, allways bee. �A SONG �Lett the fool still be true, And one object persue, And for ever be jealous, or dying, Whilst he that better knows, Will in Love, no time loose, �For that God still, that God still, that God still is flying. �Lett the heart that wants heat, �But with one motion, beat, �Least that flame shou'd decay, which they sever, �But we, that boast of more, �Can each Beauty adore, �And love all, and love all, and love all, and for ever. ��� �