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town fair Arabella flies;
 * The beaux unpowder'd grieve:

The rivers play before her eyes; The breezes, softly breathing, rise;
 * The Spring begins to live.

Her lovers swore, they must expire,
 * Yet quickly find their ease;

For, as she goes, their flames retire; Love thrives before a nearer fire,
 * Esteem by distant rays.

Yet soon the fair one will return,
 * When Summer quits the plain:

Ye rivers, pour the weeping urn; Ye breezes, sadly sighing, mourn;
 * Ye lovers, burn again!

'Tis constancy enough in love
 * That nature's fairly shown:

To search for more, will fruitless prove; Romances, and the turtle-dove,
 * The virtue boast alone.