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 d AMATORY 80NGS. But why not, dearest, tell me why He still with ardour preu'd, Then 8aid, by that love beaming eyre Th/s haste is all a And could it by a bf be tried, Right sum I am to win it, Yet atill the pretty Emma cried, I cannot sta .yn,a minute. You can't, but Miss, said ira, you mut, And shall go with n too, /qay, more, 1'11 make, by all that's A bride this morn of you. Thi morn.  ahe, make mz a bride, There's omzthing pleating in it; Oh ! how I'm hurriml, Emma cri, Pray don't iat's stay a rainurn. THINg AM L T:wE am I, my faithful fair, Thin, my lovely Nancy, Every pulse among my veins, Every roving fancy. To thy bosom lay my heart, There to throb and languid: Though despair had wrung That would heal its angubh. Take away those rosy lilm, Rich with balmy treasure; Turn away thine eyes of love, Lest I die with pleasure. What is life when Wanting .lorn Night without a morning; Love's the cloudless ktnmner's Nature gay roloming.

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