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Too cold thy Breast! nor can it grow
Between such little Hills of Snow.

$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$I now, vain Infidel, no more
Deride th' Ægyptians, who adore
The rising Herb, and blooming Flow'r;
Now, now their Convert I will be,
O lovely Flow'r, to worship thee.

But if thou'rt one of their sad Train
Who dy'd for Love, and cold Disdain,
Who chang'd by some kind pitying Pow'r;
A ^[1]Lover once, art now a Flow'r;
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$O pity me, O weep my Care,
A thousand, thousand Pains I bear,
I love, I die thro' deep Despair!

1. See Ovid's Metamorph.

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