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Poems upon several Occasions.
Ah! take from Myra her Disdain,
Or let me with this Sigh expire.
SONG to MYRA.
WHY shou'd a Heart so tender break?
O Myra! give its Anguish Ease:
The Use of Beauty you mistake,
Not meant to vex, but please.
Those Lips for smiling were design'd,
That Bosom to be prest,
Your Eyes to languish and look kind,
For am'rous Arms your Waste:
Each thing has its appointed Right
Establish'd by the Powers above;
The Sun and Stars give Warmth and Light,
The Fair distribute Love.
To MYRA.
NAture indulgent, provident, and kind,
In all things that excell some Use design'd.
The radiant Sun, of ev'ry Heav'nly Light
The first, did Myra not dispute that Right,
Sends
