Volume 5 — A Song. Set by Mr. Damasene.
Reading edition
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CEase lovely Strephon, cease to charm; Useless, alas! is all this Art; It’s needless you should strongly arm, To take a too, too willing Heart: I hid my weakness all I could, And chid my pratling tell-tale Eyes, For fear the easie Conquest should Take from the value of the Prize. But oh! th’ unruly Passion grew So fast, it could not be conceal’d, And soon, alas! I found to you I must without Conditions yield, Tho’ you have thus surpriz’d my Heart, Yet use it kindly, for you know, It’s not a gallant Victor’s part To insult o’er a vanquish’d Foe.
