Song

Ah, Dangerous Swain, tell me no more,
Thy Happy Nymph you Worship and Adore!
When thy fill'd Eyes are sparkling and her Name,
I raving wish that mine had caus'd the Flame.

If by your fire to her you can impart
DiSffusive heat to warm another's heart;
Ah, dangerous Swain, what would the ruin be,
Should you but once persuade you burn for me!

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