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A Song at The Duke's House.
O! fain would I, before I die,
Bequeath to thee a legacy;
That thou maist say, when I am gone,
None had my heart but thou alone!
Had I as many hearts as hairs,
As many lives as lover's fears,
As many lives as years have hours,
They all and onely should be yours.
Dearest, before you condescend
To entertain a bosom friend,
Before your liberty you sell,
Be sure you know your servant well:
For love's a fire in young and old,
'Tis sometimes hot, and sometimes cold;
And men you know that when they please,
They can be sick of love's disease.
Then wisely chuse a friend that may
Last for an age, and not a day:
Who loves thee not for lip or eye,
But for thy mutual sympathie.
Let such a friend thy heart engage,
For he will comfort thee in age:
And kiss thy furrowed wrinkled brow
With as much joy as I do now.
Bequeath to thee a legacy;
That thou maist say, when I am gone,
None had my heart but thou alone!
Had I as many hearts as hairs,
As many lives as lover's fears,
As many lives as years have hours,
They all and onely should be yours.
Dearest, before you condescend
To entertain a bosom friend,
Before your liberty you sell,
Be sure you know your servant well:
For love's a fire in young and old,
'Tis sometimes hot, and sometimes cold;
And men you know that when they please,
They can be sick of love's disease.
Then wisely chuse a friend that may
Last for an age, and not a day:
Who loves thee not for lip or eye,
But for thy mutual sympathie.
Let such a friend thy heart engage,
For he will comfort thee in age:
And kiss thy furrowed wrinkled brow
With as much joy as I do now.
P. 114.Love surfeits with reward, his nurse is scorne.
Sir John Suckling says,
Love's a camelion that lives on mere air,
And surfeits when it comes to grosser fare.
And surfeits when it comes to grosser fare.
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