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Some think to lofe him,
Which is too unkind ;
And fome do fuppofe him,
Poor thing, to be blind :
But if ne'er fo cloie ye wall him ?
Do the bell that ye may,
Blind love, if fo ye call him,
He will find out the way.
You may train the eagle
To Hoop to your nil j
Or you may inveigle
The phcenix of the eafl I
The lionefs, ye may move hex
To give o'er her prey :
But you'll never flop a lover,
He will find out his way.
SONG.
To the Tune of, Thro 1 the wood laddie,
AS early I walk'd, on the flrft of fweet May,
Beneath a lteep mountain,
Beiide a clear fountain,
I heard a grave lute foft melody play,
Whilfl the Echo refounded the dolorous lay.
I liften'd and look'd, and fpy'd a young fwain*
With afpeft diftreffed,
And fpirits oppreffed,
Seem'd clearing afrefh, like the sky after rain,
And thus he discovered how he ftrave with his pain.
Tho' Eli/a be coy, why fhould I repine,
That a maid much above me,
Vouchfafes not to love me ?
In her high fphere of worth I never could ihine ;
Then why mould I feek to debafe her to mine ?
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