Love's Mighty Conquest: or
Beauty's Debate for Love and Liberty.
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Contending Beauty with much Ardor strove,
Which was superiour Liberty and Love;
A Chast reservedness with melting Charms,
That Lovers find in one anothers Arms:
Till mighty Love the Conquest gains at last,
And his great Power by Liberty's surpast.
To a New Play-House Tune.
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LIBERTY.
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LIberty's the Soul of Living,
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Every Hours new Joys receiving,
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No sharp Pangs our Hearts are grieving,
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Liberty's the Soul of Living.
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Here are no false Men pursuing,
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Youth and Beauty to its Ruin;
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Morning Sighs like Turtles Looing,
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Nor the bitter Sighs of Woeing.
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LOVE.
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In soft Dreams our Souls are wasted,
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All our sollid Joys are blasted,
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Sweet Diana, e're I'm past it,
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Change your Laws and let me tast it;
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But how vain are hopes or sorrows,
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Pensive Nights and sighing morrows,
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Loves a thing not designed for us,
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All our Quivers want their Arrows.
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LIBERTY.
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Freedom gives us all our Pleasure,
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Without that there is no Treasure,
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For by that our Joys we Measure,
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Count our happy days at Leisure,
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Sweet Diana do not fly me,
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Lustful Venus, come not nigh me,
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Liberty alone can please me,
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Love, fond Love will but Disease me.
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LOVE.
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Love alone it is Contents me,
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Golden showers I'le scatter plenty,
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Joys that Chast desire ne're sent me,
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Tho' it does sometimes torment me,
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Without Love, what Creature living,
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Is there but must needs be grieving;
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Nature made us in that Fashion,
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Who would then forgoe her Passion.
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LIBERTY.
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Single Liberty is better,
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Then to wear blind Cupid's Fetter;
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Than enslave us to a Creature,
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That unconstant is by Nature;
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How our Freedom would we value,
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Were we Chain'd unto a Gally;
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Love has Chains, that full as strong are,
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And will last us, last us longer.
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LOVE,
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Without the softer Charms of Loving,
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Liberty is nothing moving,
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Which those Birds that still are Roving
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Through the gentle Air are Proving
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Tho' their ways with Winds they're taking
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Yet their Loves they're not forsaking,
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In their Freedom they are Billing,
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And to Love are ever Willing.
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LIBERTY.
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Softer Flames we own do move us,
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Like the gentle fire they prove us;
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But they never, never love us,
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Never, never get above us.
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Liberty's alone Superior,
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Cupid cannot come no nearer,
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But to make us dart some glances,
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Has no Power to try our Fancies.
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LOVE.
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Mighty Love is more in Fashion,
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And does move the whole Creation,
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Nothing but a generous Passion,
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Keeps true joy within its Station,
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Without it, Pleasures are decaying,
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Then confess without delaying,
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That true Lov's the greater Blessing,
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That on Earth is worth possessing.
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