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88 Let glittering Fools in Courts be great,
 * For Pay let Armies move:

Beauty shou'd have no other Bait
 * But gentle Vows and Love.

If on those endless Charms you lay
 * The Value that's their Due,

Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
 * A thousand Worlds too few.

But if a Passion without Vice,
 * Without Disguise or Art,

Ah Celia! if true Love's your Price,
 * Behold it in my Heart.

HEN we behold her Angel Face, Or when she sing with heav'nly Grace, In what we hear, and what we see, So ravishing's the Harmony, The melting Soul, in Rapture lost, Knows not which Charm enchants it most.

Sounds that made Hills and Rocks rejoice, Amphion's Lute, the Syrens Voice, Wonder