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Since when, you've bin the star by which I steer'd,
And nothing else but you I loved or fear'd.
Your smiles I onely live by, and I must,
When ere you frown, be shatter'd into dust.
Oh! can the coldness which you shew me now,
Sute with the generous heat you once did show?
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$I cannot live on pitty, or respect,
A thought so mean would my whole frame infect;
Less then your love, I scorn, sir, to expect.
Let me not live in dull indifferency,
But give me rage enough to let me dye.
For if from you I needs must meet my fate,
Before your pity I would chuse your hate.