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REPARTEES BETWEEN
95 C. The Darts of Love (like Lightning) wound within,
And, though they pierce it, never hurt the Skin;
They leave no Marks behind them, where they fly,
Though through the tend'rest Part of all, the Eye;
But your sharp Claws have left enough to shew,
100 How tender I have been, how cruel you.
P. Pleasure is Pain, for when it is enjoy'd,
All it could wish for was but to b'allay'd.
C. Force is a rugged Way of making Love.
P. What you like best, you always disapprove.
105 C. He that will wrong his Love will not be nice,
T'excuse the Wrong he does, to wrong her twice.
P. Nothing is wrong, but that which is ill meant.
C. Wounds are ill cured with a good intent.
P. When you mistake that for an Injury,
110 I never meant, you do the Wrong, not I.
C. You do not feel yourself the Pain you give;
But 'tis not that alone, for which I grieve;
But 'tis your want of Passion that I blame,
That can be cruel, where you own a Flame.
And, though they pierce it, never hurt the Skin;
They leave no Marks behind them, where they fly,
Though through the tend'rest Part of all, the Eye;
But your sharp Claws have left enough to shew,
100 How tender I have been, how cruel you.
P. Pleasure is Pain, for when it is enjoy'd,
All it could wish for was but to b'allay'd.
C. Force is a rugged Way of making Love.
P. What you like best, you always disapprove.
105 C. He that will wrong his Love will not be nice,
T'excuse the Wrong he does, to wrong her twice.
P. Nothing is wrong, but that which is ill meant.
C. Wounds are ill cured with a good intent.
P. When you mistake that for an Injury,
110 I never meant, you do the Wrong, not I.
C. You do not feel yourself the Pain you give;
But 'tis not that alone, for which I grieve;
But 'tis your want of Passion that I blame,
That can be cruel, where you own a Flame.
