An ANSWER
TO
The Young Lover's Enquiry:
CONTAINING
The kind and tender Expressions of Beautiful CELIA to her beloved PHAON
To an Excellent New Tune.
TRue Love's a sweet Passion when crown'd with Delight, Yet a Bitter, when Beauties can scornfully slight
The tender Embraces, and amorous Charms, Which are to be found in Love's languishing Arms:
Deny'd of the Blessing, in Sorrow he cryes, The Wound I receiv'd from the glance of her Eyes,
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You grasped my hand, and look'd languishing when
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I endeavour'd to answer right coyly agen;
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But I such a Passion that minute did feel,
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Which I then had no Power or Art to conceal;
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The Arrows of CUPID I felt so severe,
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Which made me discover that Passion, my Dear.
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The Freedom of Pleasure my Dear shall enjoy,
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Tho' my Beauty may conquer, it shall not destroy:
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In the Valleys of Pleasure together we'll live,
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Thou shalt never want what thy fair Celia can give:
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Therefore now my dear Phaeon, no longer complain,
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If thou'rt wounded by Beauty, I'll heal thee again.
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You tell me that every Hero must bow
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To the Scepter of Beauty, yet I cannot tell how
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This Assertion you make can be absolute true,
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When you see that fair Celia is conquer'd by you:
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Then in Love's Golden Empire thou shalt ever bear sway,
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And thy Celia will study and strive to obey.
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If Rubies and Roses a Bride's Ornament,
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In a Dream or a Vision, can yield such Content,
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How much greate[r] a Transport of Love wilt thou find,
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In the perfect inj[o]ying a Beauty that's kind?
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Therefore fly to my Arms l[i]ke the dear render Dove,
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Thou shalt feed on the Sweets of a Banquet of Love.
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The Harvest of Pleas[u]re my Phaon shall reap,
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While with tender soft kisses I lull thee to sleep;
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Nay, and CUPIDS with Qui[v]ers shall guard u[s] by Night,
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While we ba[t]he in the Streams of our Youthful Delight
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Not a Frown on the Brow of thy Love shall appear.
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For my Care shall be still to Delight thee, my Dear.
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How pleasant and sweet is the Fountain of Love.
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Which is here to be priz'd and admir'd above
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All the Titles of Honour, nay Fame and Renown,
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For there's nothing but Crosses and Cares with a Crown:
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I can slight Crown[s] and Scepters, and the bright Golden Ore
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For to Honour the Man whom I dearly adore.
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