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Which she denies; “Night's murky noon
In Venus' plays
Makes bold,” says, “Forego me now, come to me soon!"
But what promise, or profession,
From his hands could purchase scope?
Or for the sight
Of lingering night,
Tho' ne'er so fair
Her speeches were, “Forego me now, come to me soon !"
How at last agreed these lovers ?
She was fair, and he was young :
Did she consent,
Or he relent?
Left he her maid,
Or not? she said, “ Forego me now, come to me soon!"
HIS LOVE ADMITS NO RIVAL.
SHALL I, like a hermit, dwell,
To bestow it where I may
Were her tresses angel gold,
Were her band as rich a prize
she must be perfect snow, In effect as well as show; Warming but as snow-balls do, Not like fire, by burning too ; But when she by change hath got To her heart a second lot, Then, if others share with me, Farewell her, whate'er she be!