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Mpatient with Desire, at last
 * I ventur'd to lay Forms aside:

'Twas I was modest, not she chaste;
 * Celia, so gently press'd, comply'd.

With idle Awe, an amorous Fool,
 * I gaz'd upon her Eyes with Fear;

Say, Love, how came your Slave so dull
 * To read no better there?

Thus to our selves the greatest Foes,
 * Altho' the Nymph be well enclin'd,

For want of Courage to propose,
 * By our own Folly she's unkind.

F two Reliefs to ease a Love-sick Mind, Flavia prescribes Despair: I urge, Be kind, Flavia be kind: The Remedy's as sure, 'Tis the most pleasant, and the quickest Cure.