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64 ERE end my Chains, and Thraldom cease,
 * If not in Joy, I'll live in Peace,

Since for the Pleasures of an Hour
 * We must endure an Age of Pain,

I'll be this abject thing no more;
 * Love, give me back my Heart again.

Despair tormented first my Breast, Now Falshood, a more cruel Guest. O, for the Peace of Human-kind, Make Women longer true, or sooner kind; With Justice or with Mercy reign, O Love! or give me back my Heart again.

Nough, enough, my Soul, of worldly Noise,
 * Of airy Pomps, and fleeting Joys,

What does this busie World provide at best,
 * But brittle Goods that break like Glass,

But poison'd Sweets, a troubled Feast,
 * And Pleasures like the Winds that in a Moment pass?

Thy