Several Occasions.
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Tost in a giddy Whirl of strong Desire,
I glow, I burn, yet bless the pleasing Fire;
O had this Spirit from its Prison fled,
By Dian sent to wander with the Dead,
E'er the proud Grecians view'd the Cholcian Skies,
E'er Jason, lovely Jason met these Eyes!
Hell gave the shining Mischief to our Coast,
Medea saw him, and Medea's lost
But why these Sorrows? if the Pow'rs on high
His Death decree, die, wretched Jason die!
Shall I elude my Sire? my Art betray?
Ah! me, what Words shall purge the Guilt away!
But could I yield———O whither must I run
To find the Man—whom Virtue bids me shun?
Shall I, all lost to Shame, to Jason fly?
And yet I must—If Jason bleeds, I die!
Then Shame farewell! Adieu for ever Fame!
Hail black Disgrace! be fam'd for Guilt my Name!
I glow, I burn, yet bless the pleasing Fire;
O had this Spirit from its Prison fled,
By Dian sent to wander with the Dead,
E'er the proud Grecians view'd the Cholcian Skies,
E'er Jason, lovely Jason met these Eyes!
Hell gave the shining Mischief to our Coast,
Medea saw him, and Medea's lost
But why these Sorrows? if the Pow'rs on high
His Death decree, die, wretched Jason die!
Shall I elude my Sire? my Art betray?
Ah! me, what Words shall purge the Guilt away!
But could I yield———O whither must I run
To find the Man—whom Virtue bids me shun?
Shall I, all lost to Shame, to Jason fly?
And yet I must—If Jason bleeds, I die!
Then Shame farewell! Adieu for ever Fame!
Hail black Disgrace! be fam'd for Guilt my Name!
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