Bonny Dundee.
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I who was once a day Courted by many,
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Now am most scornfully Slighted by thee;
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Others some reason had, thou ner'e had any,
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Returning with Disdain my Court[?]sie:
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Slave to Affection and thy sweet Complection,
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Thus far I have been but no longer shall be;
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A rash Election, goes not by Direction,
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Of the weak Feminine Amorous we.
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Madam your Modesty hath been too ridged,
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In putting such mistakes betwixt you and me,
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You know that in Nature our Sex are obliged,
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To give the first Onset when Objects we see;
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But thy unparallel'd Virtue, Birth, Beauty,
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In such a measure surpasseth my Degree,
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That with a sad Heart I deem it my duty,
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Far from such needless Presumptions to flee.
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Did not my Modesty plead me a Lover,
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When Fortune bless'd me with thy Companie;
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Did not my Blushes a Passion discover,
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When thou was absent, yet talking of thee;
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Did not I Court thee altho agains Nature,
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What greater symptoms of Love can there be,
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So be thou no longer an unsensible Creature,
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But freely venture, and welcome to me.
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Through all Regions to fly I'll dare venture,
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Sure Cupid will lend me wings to follow thee;
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Yea like a Pilgrime I'll round the Earths Centure,
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Or like Leander I'll hazard the Sea:
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Silent Loves scorching Flames long I endured,
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What greater Torment than this can there be,
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All this I have suffered, nay more when assured,
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My dearest Soul, that my Love's welcome to thee.
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