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YOung Phaon sate upon the brink
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to view the silver stream,
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He overtaken was with sleep
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and fell into a dream.
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He then beheld a sight most strange
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the like he ne'r did see
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Phillis did stand with Knife in hand
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and thus complained she.
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Oh wretched fate you now too late
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show me my misery,
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My Phaons gone so fair so young,
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now for him I must dye.
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Why was I robb'd and then she sobb'd
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of my delightful bliss,
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So soon that he could not give me
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one smile or parting kiss.
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While he did live he ne'r did give
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me cause to mourn or grieve,
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His life is fled and he is dead
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I perfectly believe.
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Therefore will I make haste and fly
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out of this world of pain,
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With him so sweet I fain would meet
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with him for to remain.
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While him I miss no pain like this
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no blessings can I meet,
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Had I but dy'd by his dear side
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death I had counted sweet,
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And therewithall she soon did fall
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by wounding her fair brest,
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Oh! now quoth she I come to thee
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she shrick'd and went to rest.
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He heard this cry as she did dye
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and thought it was her voice,
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Whom he did love all souls above
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in her he did rejoyce.
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He started then and strait fell in,
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he never more was seen,
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Phillis he cryed and then he dy'd
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was lost in that sweet stream.
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'Tis sorrow great for to relate
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these constant lovers cross,
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Few in this world were ever whirld
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into so great a loss.
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Both terrified these Lovers dyed
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and ne'r were seen again,
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In vain did he lament while she
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was by herself thus slain.
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The second part to the same Tune.
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The great mistake that she did make
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because he did absent,
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This mischief caus'd, for when she paus'd
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on him she did lament.
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Dispairing love did passion move
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which prov'd to be extream,
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She gave deaths wound while he was drownd
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nothing could them redeem.
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You happy lovers then beware
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that you do not miscarry,
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Perchance they may abscent away
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whom you'd have alwayes tarry,
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Then have a care and dont despair,
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and hug not discontent,
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When from you they do keep away
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they by themselves lament,
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In lovely Hymnes and Stratagems
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they'r singing forth your praise,
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In hopes e're long there will belong,
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to them a Crown of Bayes.
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For to adorn their not forlorn
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nor yet forsaken loves,
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When Himey comes with sugar-plumbs
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they bill like Turtle Doves.
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And when they'r strange their links & Chains
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are stronger then before,
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For when they'r tane in them again
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they'r fast forevermore.
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Tho fallings out may breed some doubt
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count my assertion true,
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They do encrease loves joyes & peace
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and passion doth renew,
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These are loves toys and lovers joys
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sometimes to prove the heart,
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Such charmes they breed that I indeed
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cannot to you impart.
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Their grieves don't last, love with a blast
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these seeming clouds disperse,
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But where or when they meet agen
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their passions they rehearse.
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One sigh alone joyn'd with a groan
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more Penetrates the brest,
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Then twenty why in company
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they pass it as a jest,
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But secret tears tears produc'd by fears
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and none do them oppose,
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They work upon the melting one
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and prove their mortall foes.
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