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HOW happy the Lover,
How easie his Chain,
How pleasing his Pain!
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain.
For Love ev’ry Creature
Is form’d by his Nature;
No Joys are above
The Pleasures of Love.

2
In vain are our Graces,
In vain are your Eyes,
If Love you despise;
When Age furrows Faces,
’Tis time to be wise.
Then use the short Blessing,
That flies in Possessing:
No Joys are above
The Pleasures of Love.

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