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 These wounds you gave me say will you heal me,

you have enslav'd me, now set me free.

It’s you can ease me, from bonds release me,

and let me gain my tranquility.

My jewel and darling more fair than morning,

or orient radient you far outshine,

Your eyes, transparent have me alarmed,

I with my charmer that you were mine

Your swan-like bosom, your neck including,

your cheeks are blooming vermilion red,

Sure every feature new beauty graces,

and auburn tresses flow from your head.

My breast is loaded with discomposure,

in love-sick motion I now complain.

Sly Cupid sporting at my corrodings,

that brat he glories in giving pain.

Will you relieve me from death reprieve me,

your captive bleeder I now remain,

I’m always weeping and still am grieving,

but its when sleeping of you I dream.

All recreations I'll now resign them,

in silent places I mean to rove.

My prayers completely i’ll offer daily,

in adoration near Willow-grove.

Ye supreme Deities, say, will I gain her!

will I obtain her, can I intrude

On you my fairest, what shall I say love,

but that I’m almost crazy for Mary Booth.