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MISCELLANIES.
ADIEU L’AMOUR.
Here end my chains, and thraldom ceaſe;
Is not in joy, I ’ll live at leaſt in peace.
Since for the pleaſures of an hour
We muſt endure an age of pain,
I ’ll be this abject thing no more:5
Love! give me back my heart again.
Deſpair tormented firſt my breaſt,
Now Falſehood, a more cruel gueſt.
O! for the peace of human-kind,
Make women longer true or ſooner kind.10
With juſtice or with mercy reign,
O Love! or give me back my heart again.12
SENT TO CLARINDA,
WITH A NOVEL, ENTITLED,
LES MALHEURS DE L’AMOUR.
Haſte to Clarinda, and reveal
Whatever pains poor lovers feel;
When that is done, then tell the fair3
That I endure much more for her.
Who ’d truly know love’s pow’r or ſmart,
Muſt view her eyes and read my heart.6
