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The British Enchanters.
By a Captive Lover.
The happy'st Mortals once were we,
I lov’d Myra, Myra me;
Each desirous of the Blessing,
Nothing wanting but Possessing;
I lov’d Myra, Myra me,
The happy's Mortals once were we.
But since cruel Fates dissever,
Torn from Love, and torn for ever,
Tortures end me,
Death befriend me:
Of all Pains, the greatest Pain
Is to love, and love in vain.
By a Captive Libertine.
I.
Whining Loves, and senseless Glories;
What are Lovers, what are Kings,
What at best but slavish Things?
II.
Love nor Beauty durst invade me,
No
