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Rh  Love heard, and ſtraight prepar’d a dart: “Mira, revenge my cauſe,” ſaid he. Too ſure ’t was ſhot; I feel the ſmart, It rends my brain, and tears my heart, O Love! my conqu’ror, pity me. of my kindly ſtars, Within this melancholy grove I waſte my days and nights in tears, A victim to ingrateful Love.

The happy ſtill untimely end: Death flies from grief; or why ſhould I So many hours in ſorrow ſpend, Wiſhing, alas! in vain to die?

Ye Powers! take pity of my pain; This, only this, is my deſire; Ah! take from Mira her diſdain, Or let me with this ſigh expire.