IF youre deceived, it is not by my cheat,
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For all disguises are below the great.
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What Man or Woman upon earth can say
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I ever usd em well above a day?
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How is it then that I inconstant am?
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He changes not, who alwayes is the same.
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In my dear self, I center every thing,
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My Servants, Friends, my Mistress, and my King,
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Nay Heaven and earth to that one point I bring.
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Well-mannerd, honest, generous and stout,
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(Names by dull Fools to plague mankind found
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out)
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Should I regard, I must my self constrain,
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And tis my maxim to avoid all pain.
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You fondly look for what none ere could find
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Deceive your self, and then call me unkind;
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And by false reasons would my falshood prove,
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For tis as natural to change as Love.
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You may as justly at the Sun repine
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Because alike it does not alwayes shine.
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No glorious thing was ever made to stay,
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My Blazing Star but visits and away;
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As Fatal too, it shines as those ith skies,
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Tis never seen but some great Lady dies.
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The boasted favour you so precious hold
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To mes no more than changing of my gold.
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What ere you gave, I paid you back in bliss,
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Then wheres the obligation, pray, of this?
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If heretofore you found grace in my eyes,
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Be thankful for it, and let that suffice.
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But Women Beggarlike, still haunt the door
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Where theyve receivd a Charity before.
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O happy Sultan! whom we barbarous call,
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How much refind art thou above us all!
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Who envies not the joys of thy Serrail!
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Thee, like some God, the trembling crowd adore,
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Each mans thy slave, and Woman-kind thy
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Whore.
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Methinks I see thee underneath the shade
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Of golden Canopies supinely laid;
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Thy crowching slaves all silent as the night,
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But at thy nod all active as the light.
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Secure in solid Sloath thou there dost raign,
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And feelst the joys of love without thy pain.
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Each Female courts thee with a wishing eye,
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While thou with awful pride walkst careless by.
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Till thy kind pledge at last marks out the Dame
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