The Poetical Works of the Right Hon. George Granville, Lord Lansdowne/94

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SONG. TO THE SAME.

Clarinda, with a haughty grace,
In ſcornful poſtures ſets her face,
And looks as ſhe were born alone
To give us love, and take from none.4

Tho’ I adore to that degree,
Clarinda! I would die for thee,
Is you ’re too proud to eaſe my pain,
I am too proud for your diſdain.8