Volume 5 — 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.