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My Eyes view both with mighty Pleasure,
Impartial to your high Desert,
To both a like Esteem I measure,
To one alone can give my Heart.

THYRSIS.

Mysterous Guide of Inclination,

Tell me, Tyrant, why am I,
With equal Merit, equal Passion,
Thus the Victim chose to die?
Why am I
The Victim chose to die?

DELIA.

On Fate alone depends Success,

And Fancy Reason over-rules,
Or, why shou'd Virtue ever miss
Reward, so often given to Fools?
'Tis not the Valiant, nor the Witty,
But who alone is born to please,
Love does predestinate our Pity;
We chuse but whom he first decrees.

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My Lady HYDE.

WHEN fam'd Apelles sought to frame
Some Image of th' Idalian Dame,
To furnish Graces for the Piece
He summon'd all the Nymphs of Greece;

So