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Peggy I muft love thee.
AS from a rock, paft all relief,
The fhipwrackt Colin fpying
His native foil, o'ercome with grief,
Half funk in waves, and dying:
With the next morning fun he fpies
A fhip, which gives unhop'd furprife 5
New life fprings up, he lifts his eyes
With joy, and waits her motion.
So when by her, whom long I lov'd,
I fcorn'd was, and deferted,
Low with defpair my fpirits mov'd,
To be for ever parted :
Thus droop'd I, till diviner grace
I found in Peggy's mind and face;
Ingratitude appear'd then bafe,
But virtue more engaging.
Then now, fince happily I've hit,
I'll have no more delaying ;
Let beauty yield to manly wit,
We lofe Ourfelves in flaying :
I'll hafte dull cOurtfhip to a clofe,
Since marriage can my fears oppofe:
Why fhou'd we happy minutes lofe,
Since, Peggy, I muft love thee.
Men may be foolifh, if they pleafe,
And deem't a lover's duty
To figh, and facrifice their eafe,
Doating on a proud beauty :
Such was my cafe for many a year,
Still hope fucceeding to my fear,
Falfe Belly's charms now difappear,
Since Peggy's far outfhine them.
Woe's my Heart that we mould funder.
WITH broken words, and downcaft eyes,
Poor Colin fpoke his paflion tender;
And, parting with his Grify, cries!
Ah! woe's my heart that we fhould funder.
To others I am cold as fnow,
But kindle with thine eyes like tinder:
From thee with pain I'm forc'd to go;
It breaks my heart that we fhou'd funder.
Chain'd to thy charms, I cannot range,
No beauty new my love fhall hinder,
Nor time nor place fhall ever change
My vows, tho' we're oblig'd to funder.
The image of thy graceful air,
And beauties which invites our wonder 5
Thy lively wit, and prudence rare,
Shall ftill be prefent, tho* we funder.
Dear nymph, believe thy fwain in this,
You'll ne'er engage a heart that's kinder;
Then feal a promife with a kifs,
Always to love me, tho' we funder.
Ye gods, take care of my dear lafs,
That as I leave her I may find her:
When that bleft time fhall come to pafs3
We'll meet again, and never funder.
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