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Rh From such painful Ways of living,
 * Ah how sweet, cou'd Love be free?

Still presenting, still receiving,
 * Fierce, immortal Ecstasie!

Repar'd to rail, resolv'd to part,
 * When I approach the perjur'd Maid,

What is it awes my timorous Heart?
 * Why is my Tongue afraid?

With the least Glance a little kind,
 * Such wond'rous Pow'r have Myra's Charms;

She calms my Doubts, enslaves my Mind,
 * And all my Rage disarms.

Forgetful of her broken Vows,
 * When gazing on that Form divine

Her injur'd Vassal trembling bows,
 * Nor dares her Slave repine.



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