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120  : On Fate alone depends ſucceſs, And fancy reaſon over-rules, Or why ſhould virtue ever miſs Reward, ſo often giv’n to fools?

’T is not the valiant nor the witty, But who alone is born to pleaſe: Love does predeſtinate our pity; We chuſe but whom he firſt decrees. tell her the next time, ſaid I: In vain! in vain! for when I try, Upon my tim’rous tongue the trembling accents die. Alas! a thouſand thouſand fears Still overawe when ſhe appears; My breath is ſpent in ſighs, my eyes are drown’d in tears. “ Love! begone,” ſaid I, “Vain are thy attempts on me; Thy ſoft allurements I defy: Women, thoſe fair diſſemblers, fly; My heart was never made for thee.”