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Pleasant and Diver live. 167
HOW unhappy a Lover am I,
Whilst I sigh for my Phillis in vain ;
All my hopes of Delight, are another Man's right,
Who is Happy, whilst I am in Pain :
Since her Honour affords no relief,
But to pity the Pains which you bear ;
Tis the best of your Fate, in a hopeless estate,
To give o'er, and betimes to despair.
I have try'd the false Medicine in vain,
Yet I Wish what I hope not to win ;
For without my desire has no Food to its fire,
But it burns and consumes me within :
Yet at least, 'tis a Comfort to know,
That you are not unhappy alone ;
For the Nymph you adore, is as wretched or more,
And accounts all your suff'rings her own.
O you Pow'rs ! let me suffer for both,
At the Feet of my Phillis I'll lie ;
I'll resign up my Breath, and take pleasure in death,
To be pity'd by her when I Dye :
What her Honour deny'd you in Life,
In her Death she will give to her Love ;
Such a flame as is true, after Fate will renew,
When the Souls do meet closer above.

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