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92   end my chains, and thraldom ceaſe; Is not in joy, I ’ll live at leaſt 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 Falſehood, 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. to Clarinda, and reveal Whatever pains poor lovers feel; When that is done, then tell the fair That I endure much more for her. Who ’d truly know love’s pow’r or ſmart, Muſt view her eyes and read my heart.