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 Can nothing, can nothing warm me, Can nothing, can nothing warm me, yes, yes, yes, yes Lucinda's Eyes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Lucinda's Eyes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes Lucinda's Eyes. Ye Pow'rs, I did but use her Name, And see how all the Meteors flame; Blue Lightning flashes round the Court of Sol, And now the Globe more fiercely burns, Than once at Phaetons Fall.

Ah, ah, where, where are now, Where are now those flow'ry Groves, Where Zephirs fragrant Winds did play; Ah, where are now, where are now, Where are now those flow'ry Groves, Where Zephirs fragrant Winds did play, Where guarded by a Troop of Loves, The fair, the fair Lucinda sleeping lay, There sung the Nightingale and Lark, Around us all was sweet and Gay, We ne'er grew sad 'till it grew dark, Nor nothing fear'd but shortning Day.

I glow, I glow, I glow, but 'tis with hate, Why must I burn, why must I burn, Why must I burn for this ingrate, Why, why must I burn for this ingrate; Cool, cool it then, cool it then, and rail, Since nothing, nothing will prevail, When a Woman Love pretends, 'Tis but till she gains her Ends, And for better and for worse, Is for Marrow of the Purse, Where she jilts you o'er and o'er, Proves a Slattern or a Whore, This Hour will tease, will tease and vex, And will cuckold you the next;