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SONGS.
SONG I.
COME here fond youth, whoe'er thou be,
That boaſts to love as well as me;
And if thy breaſt have felt ſo wide a wound,
Come hither and thy flame approve;
I'll teach thee what it is to love,
And by what marks true paſſion may be found.
It is to be all bath'd in tears;
To live upon a ſmile for years;
To lie whole ages at a beauty's feet:
