A SONG.
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YOU I Love by all that’s true,
More than all things here below;
with a Passion far more great,
Than e’er Creature loved yet:
And yet still you cry forbear,
Love no more, or Love not here.
Bid the Miser leave his Ore,
Bid the Wretched sigh no more;
Bid the Old be young again,
Bid the Nun not think of Man:
Sylvia thus when you can do,
Bid me then not think on you.
Love’s not a thing of Choice, but Fate,
What makes me Love, that makes you Hate:
Sylvia you do what you will,
Ease or Cure, Torment or Kill:
Be Kind or Cruel, False or True,
Love I must, and none but you.
A SONG.
Note: You must Sing 8 lines to the first Strain.
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