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Rh 'LL tell her the next time, said I: In vain! in vain! for when I try, Upon my timorous Tongue the trembling Accents die.
 * Alas! a thousand thousand Fears
 * Still over-awe when she appears,

My Breath is spent in Sighs, my Eyes are drown'd in Tears.

O warning, of th' approaching Flame, Swiftly like sudden Death it came, Like Travellers by Light'ning kill'd, I burnt the Moment I beheld. In whom so many Charms are plac'd, Is with a Mind as noble grac'd; The Case, so shining to behold, Is fill'd with richest Gems and Gold. To what my Eyes admir'd before, I add a thousand Graces more; Rh