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SONGS.
SONG IV.
WHEN gentle Celia firſt I knew,
A breaſt ſo good, ſo kind, ſo true,
Reaſon and taſte approv'd;
Pleaſ'd to indulge ſo pure a flame,
I call'd it by too ſoft a name,
And fondly thought I lov'd.
Till Chloris came: with ſad ſurpriſe
I felt the light'ning of her eyes
Thro' all my ſenſes run;
All glowing with reſiſtleſs charms,
She fill'd my breaſt with new alarms,
I ſaw, and was undone.
