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FAith now my dear I must prevaile,
I know you'l not deny me,
For if I wait another gale;
This fortune then may fly me.

Come let's enjoy, I am resolv'd,
There is no danger near us
Safe as in Rocks w'are here involv'd,
Where none can 'spy nor hear us.

The pleasant murmures of the Trees,
Our gentle whispers smother,
And since no Sun nor Moon can see,
Wee'l wink at one another.

Silent and vigorous wee'l be,
As Birds in our imbraces,
I neither will nor shalt thou see
The Language of our faces.

Our souls alone shall have discourse,
Till ev'ry sence is stupid;
And w'are inspir'd by a fresh force
To propagate a Cupid.