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E mortals who fancy and troubles perplex,

Whom folly miſguides and infirmities vex;

Whoſe lives hardly kknow what it is to be bleſt,

Who rife without joy, and ly down without reſt,

Obey the glad ſummons, to Lethe repair,

Drink deep of the dream and forget all your care.

Old maids ſhall forget what they wiſh for in vain,

And young ones the rover they cannot obtain;

The rake ſhall forget how laſt night he was cloy’d,

And Chloe again be with paſſion enjoy'd.

Obey the glad ſummons, to Lethe repair,

And drink an oblivion to trouble and care.

The wife, at one draught, may forget all her wants,

Or drench her fond fools, to forget her gallants;

The troubled in mind ſhall go cheerful away,

And yeſterday’s wretch be quite happy to day.

Obey the glad ſummons, to Lethe repair,

Drink deep of the ſtream and forget ail your care.

HE nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,

No leſs than a wonder by Nature deſign’d:

She’s the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye.

And the cauſe of a flame that never can die.

Her mouth, from which wit ſtill obligingly flows,

Has the beautiful bluſh, and the ſmell of the roſe;

Love and deſtiny both ſtill attend on her will,

She wounds with a look, with a frown ſhe can kill.

The deſperate lover can hope no redreſs,

Where beauty and rigour are both in exceſs;

In Silvia they meet, ſo unhappy am I,

Who ſees her muſt love, and who loves her muſt die.