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LONDON DROLLERY.
A New Song.
TOo fair and unkind, when I did discover
Those charmes, to which all that see you submit.
Your languishing eies first made me a lover,
And then you that Empire kept by your wit;
For you, the soft fetters of Phillis I broke
To put on a Lass! a more rigorous yoke,
Poor Phillis was kind her slave to preserve,
You doom me to wait, and force me to starve.
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Away with Devotion which makes you uneasie,
And with you good humour so ill doth agree,
Faith try but the pleasure, and when Zeal wou'd seize ye,
Youl find the fit better imploy'd upon me:
For Love the dull Cloyster as highly exceeds
As numbring of hearts does dropping of Beads;
And Saints like to Iris are never Divine,
Till Mortals are suffered to kneel at their shrine.