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SONGS.
SONG. TO MIRA.
Why ſhould a heart ſo tender break?
O Mira! give its anguiſh eaſe:
The uſe of beauty you miſtake,
Not meant to vex but pleaſe.
Thoſe lips for ſmiling were deſign’d,5
That boſom to be preſt;
Your eyes to languiſh and look kind,
For am’rous arms your waiſt.
Each thing has its appointed right
Eſtabliſh’d by the pow’rs above;10
The ſun to give us warmth and light,
Mira to kindle love.12
SONG. TO MIRA.
I.
Why, cruel Creature! why ſo bent
To vex a tender heart?
To gold and title you relent,
Love throws in vain his dart.
II.
Let glitt’ring fools in courts be great,5
For pay let armies move,
Beauty ſhould have no other bait
But gentle vows and love.
