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 298 THE POEMS OP ANNE �By my past love, and future hopes 'tis mine; 110 �The time, the place, all circumstances mine; �The very scarfe, which thus thou hast describ'd, �Is now within my Cabinett lockt up. �Unfold this riddle, for I will be told �If she, whom once I trusted with my soul, �And all the infant follys, of my love �Has lightly, made itt a discourse, for boys? �[He coming up to her, looks earnestly on her, then turns aside and speaks. �Oh ! I have found a secret that distracts me, Dull as I was, 'ere this not to perceive itt. �Car. I dare not speak, nor turn my eyes that way, [Aside. I know I've but too well explain'd myself, 121 �And have procur'd instead of what I hop'd for, Only his hate, which this last transport shews me. �[Enter Capriccio throwing up his cap and singing. Capr. Tell not me of the killing, The wild, and the willing In faith, I shou'd chuse the much rather, I'll have one that shall come, At the beat of my Drum, Or the tossing up of my feather. �Such Chios! such Cypresse! such daring, dancing, delicate �liquors! 130 �Such ragouts! to quicken the pallate; such mirth! such �madnesse ! Such firing! such hurra's! such healths! �Blan. Hey, where's all this. Such hungry, thirsty raptures, I never heard of. Capr. No, nor never will, if you lye whining, And sighing, and singing, under an old rotten tree. Till the Caterpillars breed nests, in your dainty locks. But come away to your great Vnkle ��� �