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7 With something like a passion. lot dull insipid joys I found, Che bliss no genuine raptures crown’d, The fair but love from fashion.

nconstant I of course became, No care kept up .he lambent flame. Which thus unheeded died : To whim was sacrific’d each grace, To vanity each pleasing face, And lov'd toe oft to pride.

t length I fair Eliza saw, Whose beauty fire—whose virtue awe; l gaz’d, admir’d, and lov’d Her sweet attention soothes each care, Nought can our mutual bliss impair , Time has our flame improv’d.

THE CONSTANT SWAIN!

WHERE is my conftant jewel, my joy and heart’s delight ? Why does fhe prove fo cruel, as to forfake me quite ?

I might have had much treafure, had I forfook her charms I lov’d her out og meafure, I with’d her in my arms

How oft have I beheld her, the charming beauty bright,