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HOw Charming are those pleasant pains
Which the successfull Lover gains!
Oh! how the longing Spirit flies,
On scorching sighes, from dying eyes?
Whose intermixing Rayes impart,
Love's welcome Message to the heart.

Then, how the active Pulse grow'n warm,
To every sense gives the Alarm!
But oh! the Raptures, and the Qualms,
When Love unites the melting Palms!
What extasies! what hopes and fears!
What pretty talk, and am'rous t…ars
To these, a thousand Vowes succeed,

And then, oh H…avens the secret deed!
When sense and Soul are bath'd in bliss,
Think, dear Aminda! think on this;
And curse those hours, we did not prove
The ravishing delights of Love.