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PHillis, let's shun the common Fate,
And let our love never turn to hate;
I'le dote no longer then I can,
Without being call'd a faithless Man,
VVhen we begin to want Discourse,
And kindness seems to tast f force,
As freely as we met, we'le part,
Each one possest of their own heart.
Thus whil'st grave Fools themselves undo,
We'll Game, and give off Savers too:
So equally the match we'll make,
Both shall be glad to draw the stake.
A smile of thine shall make my bliss;
I will enjoy thee in a kiss
I'le love and hate just where you do,
And for't no other reason know.
When from this height my love does fall
Wee'l bravely scorn to love at all:
If thy affection first decay,
I'le the whole blame on Nature lay.
Alas what Cordial can remove,
The hasty Fate of dying Love?
I'le grieve as for a friend deceas'd
And with the next as well be pleas'd:
Thus we will all the World excel,
In loving, and in living well.