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YE GODS! WAS STREPHON’S PICTURE BLEST.
Gods ! was Strephon’s pi&ure bled
With the fair heav’n of Chloe’s bread ?
Move fofter, thou fond dutt ring heart,
Oh! gently throb—too herce thou art.
Tell me, thoubrighted of thy kind.
For Strephon was the blifs defign'd ?
For Strephen’s fake, dear charming maid,
Didd thou prefer his wand ring diade ?
And thou, blefs’d fhade! that fweetly art
Lodg’d fo near my Chloe’s heart,
For me the tender hour improve.
And foftly tell how dear I love.
Ungrateful thing! it fcornsto hear.
Its wretched mader’s ardent prayer,
Ingroding all that beauteous heaven,
That Chloe, lavifh maid, has given.
I cannot blame thee; were I lord
Of all the wealth thefe breads afford.
I’d be a mifer too, nor give
An aim to keep a god alive.
Oh ! .fmile not thus, my lovely fair.
On thefe cold looks, that lifelefs are ;
Prize him, whofe bofom glows with fire.
With eager love and foft defire.
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Tis true thy charms, O ! powerful maid.
To life can bring the filent fhade:
Thou cand furpafs the painter’s art.
And real warmth and dames impart;
But, Oh! it ne’er can love like me,
I ever lov’d, and lov’d but thee ;
Then, charmer, grant my fond requed.
Say, thou cand love, and make me bled.
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