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LET the ambitious favour find
In courts and empty noise, Whilst greater love does fill my With silent real joys.
Let fools and knaves grow rich and great,
Whilst I lie dying at her feet,
And all that world despise.
Let conquering kings new trophies raise,
Her eyes can give me brighter days,
COME, let us now resolve at last
The truest joys they seldom prove
When least I seem'd concern'd, I took
Own but the same to me, you'll find
Oh! to be happy, to be kind,
SHEFFIELD DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM.
FROM all uneasy passions free,
Safe from your eyes
I fear'd no griefs, but then I found no joys.
Amidst a thousand kind desires
No heart so soft as mine can bear.
SHEFFIELD DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM,
OFT on the troubled ocean's face
But when the tempest's rage is o'er,
Not so in fond and amorous souls
PREPARED to rail, resolved to part,
When I approach the perjured maid
With the least glance a little kind
Such wondrous power have MYRA's charms,
Forgetful of her broken vows
When gazing on that form divine,
COME, all ye youths whose hearts e'er bled
By cruel beauty's pride;
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Bring each a garland on his head,?
Let none his sorrows hide;
But hand in hand around me move,
The happiest mortal once was I,
But ask not whence it grew : Yet if a tempting fair you find, That's very lovely, very kind, Tho' bright as heaven whose stamp she bears, Think of my fate, and shun her snares.
SLOW spreads the gloom my soul desires,