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To MYRA. SONG.

I'LL tell her the next time, said I:
In vain! in vain! for when I try,
Upon my timorous Tongue the trembling Accents die.
Alas! a thousand thousand Fears
Still over-awe when she appears,
My Breath is spent in Sighs, my Eyes are drown'd in Tears.

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To Myra. Loving at first Sight.

I.

NO warning, of th' approaching Flame,
Swiftly like sudden Death it came,
Like Travellers by Light'ning kill'd,
I burnt the Moment I beheld.

II.

In whom so many Charms are plac'd,

Is with a Mind as noble grac'd;
The Case, so shining to behold,
Is fill'd with richest Gems and Gold.

III.

To what my Eyes admir'd before,

I add a thousand Graces more;