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 5 how sweet to tread our native ſoil,

With conqueſt to return at latſ,

{{em}and deck our ſweet hearts with the ſpoil,

No one to beauty ſhould pretend,

But ſuch as dare it's rights defend:

Beauty and Wit.

Why all this anger, Celia ſhewa,

ad I the unhappy object made;

hy will you puniſh with a frown

the wretch whom frá your fuciler betrayed

it all pour beautyy and our writ

could face my Aubben a heart to field,

empeld by findinfo to ſsbeit,

ard miingly relga the field.

is the retaig, une fil your fave,

cix thia which make me hu bly bow:

bur former favors, Celia gase.

che miest way pow'r y ur trouash vepra.

s frange but crue ry to love,

che force wluch i wiu ds, fald ose;

t surely this morc & range will prove,

crue ty fumlov: car flews

for the effects of loving thre,

Your fervantly your anger dies

Celia, you'll reverge on,

pe tempting lufre of your eyes :-

ke Orpheus llave fun vain,

nce iny fondlare my his des ropa?

um a flexing prufur to obtaia,

've lo