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Freedome from Charmes.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 GO, fair Inchantress! charm no more, but give thy fascina╌tions o're; since I have found a pow'rful Spel, that doth thy cunning Art excel; for when I think of thy dis∣dain, I'm free from witchcraft, or from pain.
II.
When I was young and unbetray'd,
All then was Oracle you said;
So innocent I was of guile,
I thought love dwelt in every smile:
But now that cloud of youth is spent,
I find you'r all but complement.
III.
I'le love no more, I'le learn to hate,
I'le study to equivocate,
And all my pleasures now shall be
To cozen those would cozen me;
For Loves best musick runs (I find)
On fickle changes of the mind.