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To cool my Heart, your Waves, ye Oceans, bear!
Oh! vain are all your Waves, for Love is There!
Oh! vain are all your Waves, for Love is There!
But ah! what sudden Thought to Frenzy moves
My tortur'd Soul?—perhaps, my Damon loves!
Some fatal Beauty, yielding all her Charms,
Detains the lovely Traytor from my Arms!
Blast her, ye Skies! let instant Vengeance seize
Those guilty Charms, whose Crime it is to please!
Damon is mine!—fond Maid, thy Fears subdue!
Am I not Jealous? and my Charmer True?
O! Heav'n! from Jealousy my Bosom save!
Cruel as Death, insatiate as the Grave!
My tortur'd Soul?—perhaps, my Damon loves!
Some fatal Beauty, yielding all her Charms,
Detains the lovely Traytor from my Arms!
Blast her, ye Skies! let instant Vengeance seize
Those guilty Charms, whose Crime it is to please!
Damon is mine!—fond Maid, thy Fears subdue!
Am I not Jealous? and my Charmer True?
O! Heav'n! from Jealousy my Bosom save!
Cruel as Death, insatiate as the Grave!
Ye Pow'rs! of all the Ills that ever curst
Our Sex, sure Man, dissembling Man, is worst!
Like froward Boys, awhile in wanton Play,
He sports with Hearts, then throws the Toys away:
Our Sex, sure Man, dissembling Man, is worst!
Like froward Boys, awhile in wanton Play,
He sports with Hearts, then throws the Toys away:
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