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And get her consent when I’ve made her my wife.
With my balinamona Oro, &c!
Her smell like victory proclaimed afar,
And her breath sounds as sweet aa the trumpet of war
She is straight as a rainbow from foot to the head,
And I'll doat on my jewel long after I’m dead,
With my balinamona Oro, &c.
A LOVE SONG.
LOVE’s a gen'rous passion,
source of all sublime delight;
When with mutual inclination,
two fond hearts in one unite.
What are titles, pomp, or riches,
if compar’d w th true content?
That false joy which now bewitches,
when too late we may repent.
Law'ess passions bring vexation,
⟨but⟩ a chaste and constant love
Is a glorious emulation
of the blissful state above.
FINIS.
