The New Way of Catharin Ogie, by G[?]
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(I)
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WHY does thy sparkling Eyes so kill,
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Since Beauty does attend thee,
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Flor[?] [w]ilt thou be cruel still;
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R[?]cts of Love I send thee.
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C[?]arming Fair, prais'd every where,
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Gay Angels shall protect thee,
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And trace thy Ways through Love's soft Bays.
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W[hi]l'st thou proceeds direct thee.
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(2)
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Fair Florina, thy dwelling Place
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See[?]s always to admire thee,
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And Beauty flowing from thy Face,
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In Steps of Love inspire thee;
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I fall or stand, at thy Command,
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May Cupid still surround thee,
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His golden Dart apply'd by Art,
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Fain would I it should wound thee.
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(3)
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Whil'st Love in Flashes fill'd my Soul,
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And Constancy inviting,
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That I thy Lesson should go o're
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While in the Churchly Meeting;
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Fair to be seen sat lovely Jean,
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Her Eyes her Soul explaining,
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So Passions strong, by Chance I'm wrong,
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Made me to read her Meaning.
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(4)
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Now Celia strives for her Blush,
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Then cease no more contending,
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And she expostulates her Wish,
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By Favour not offending,
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Her Eyes supplies, and edifies
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Each Object that is fading:
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Her vertuous Mind so well inclin'd,
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And bent to Projects breeding.
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(5)
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Now R---d intends thy Love to gain,
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His Conquest so compleating,
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As he might catch the golden Chain,
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For which he's interceeding;
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He now assails thro' Cupids Rails,
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And doubts not his Protection,
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His Drugs of Love will Passion prove,
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Resign'd to thy Affection.
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(6)
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Could not, you Flora, Answer give
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To those, who would obtain thee,
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To fight it out with Courage stout,
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And not so to demain thee;
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Nor dars to yield nor leave the Field,
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Fair Objects stand apleading,
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Either to gain or loss their Pain,
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By Death's quick interceeding.
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(7)
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Could not thy faithful Swain prevai[l]
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With his Intreaties bending;
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But still thou bears a lofty Sail,
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All Sings of Love suspending,
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Thou doth outshine the Muses Nine,
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Thy rare and fair Complection,
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The chiefest Mean of thy Esteem,
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In every Man's Affections.
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The Second Part.
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WHile as the Rural Nymphs comb [?]
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Hard by a gliding Fountain,
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Danc'd round the Grove approv'd by [?]
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O're spread a sunny Mountain:
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The cold Stream rush'd, the Morning bl[?]
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The Lark her Notes renewing,
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The King of Light expels dark Night[?]
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And the Country Swains a plouing.
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(2)
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Whiles former Fairs applies with Care[?]
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Their Voice from heavenly Places,
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The Rocks resound, may she be crown[?]
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With Beauty's kind Imbraces.
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(3)
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Could but terrestrial Voices raises
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Thy Beauty, so compleating,
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Then Sol should chuse to be thy Muse,
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And join thy friendly Meeting,
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To deck thy Bowers with fragrant Flow[ers]
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Their feeding Sents supporting.
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Each Brink appears bedew'd with Tea[rs]
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While absent from Resorting.
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(4)
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Had Fate decreed thus were my Them[?]
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Flora she is complying;
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But more's express'd than is confess'd,
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She seems to be denying:
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Since she is gone, I'll live alone,
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And never further vent it:
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I'll not exchange sure for Revenge,
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And then I'll die contented.
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(5)
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No Time there is my Love to vent,
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Much less to be in Sorrow;
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For Time flows fast without Consent,
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And Time waits none good Morrow;
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Time calls, I'm gone, come thou along
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Time will not lend, nor borrow.
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Fair Flora Queen, whom I esteem,
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I bid for ay good Morrow.
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