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With specious Wiles weak Woman he assails,
He swears, weeps, smiles, he flatters, and prevails:
Then in the Moment when the Maid believes,
The perjur'd Traytor triumphs, scorns, and leaves:
How oft my Damon swore th' all-seeing Sun
Should change his Course, and Rivers backward run,
E'er his fond Heart should range, or faithless prove
To the bright Object of his stedfast Love?
O! instant change thy Course, all-seeing Sun!
Damon is false! ye Rivers backward run!
He swears, weeps, smiles, he flatters, and prevails:
Then in the Moment when the Maid believes,
The perjur'd Traytor triumphs, scorns, and leaves:
How oft my Damon swore th' all-seeing Sun
Should change his Course, and Rivers backward run,
E'er his fond Heart should range, or faithless prove
To the bright Object of his stedfast Love?
O! instant change thy Course, all-seeing Sun!
Damon is false! ye Rivers backward run!
But die, O! wretched Cælia, die! in vain
Thus to the Fields and Floods you breathe your Pain!
The Tear is fruitless, and the tender Sigh,
And Life a Load!———forsaken Cælia die!
Fly swifter Time! Of speed the joyful Hour!
Receive me, Grave!then I shall love no more!
Thus to the Fields and Floods you breathe your Pain!
The Tear is fruitless, and the tender Sigh,
And Life a Load!———forsaken Cælia die!
Fly swifter Time! Of speed the joyful Hour!
Receive me, Grave!then I shall love no more!
Ah!
