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Cease thus to palpitate,

Cease, silly flutterer, pray;

Though on thy future fate

Love decides to-day,

Cease to alarm me,

Fond fears, away,

Duty must arm me

My sire to obey.

Though sighing and dying,

Pursuing and wooing,

DiseoverDiscover [sic] to lovers

chEach [sic] treasure and pleasure;