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of 'SONGS.
Ah ! why did I ever fay no ?
KoW the fwains, though I court them, all fly me ;
•I figh, but no lover comes nigh me ;
Ye virgins, be warn'd by my wo.
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REclin'd at eafe on this foft bed,
With fragrant leaves of myrtle fpread,
And flow'ry lote, I'll now refign
My cares, and quaff the rofy wine.
In decent robe, behind him bound,
Cupid mall ferve the goblet round :
For faft away Our moments ileal,
Like the fwift chariot's rolling wheel-.
The rapid courfe is quickly done,
And loon the race of life is run ;
Then, then, alas ! we droop, we die.
And funk in diffolution lie ;
Our frame no fymmetry retains,
Nought but a little dufl: remains.
Why on the tomb are odours fhed ?
Why pour'd libations to the dead ?
To me, far better, while I live,
Rich wines, and balmy fragrance give i
Now, now, the rofy wreath prepare,
And hither call the loveiy fair.
Now, while I draw my vital, breath.
Ere yet I lead the dance of death,
For joy, my forrows I'll refign,
And drown my cares in rofy wine,
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