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O ſon of Venus! hear me now,
And bid Florella bleſs my vow.
If any bliſs reſerv'd for me
Thou in the leaves of fate ſhould'ſt ſee;
If any white propitious hour,
Pregnant with hoarded joys in ſtore;
Now, now the mighty treaſure give,
In her for whom alone I live;
In ſterling love pay all the ſum,
And I'll abſolve the fates to come.
In all the pride of full-blown charms
Yield her, relenting, to my arms:
Her boſom touch with ſoft deſires,
And let her feel what ſhe inſpires.
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