Tell me, enchanting Ludlow , tell,
What Paradise can thee excel!
Be generous, and send me there.
One of your Lovers you can spare,
For all that ever Beauty felt
Have at thy feet with homage knelt.

Whatever blessings are in store,
Thee to my heart I'll clasp no more:
Though nothing else I should regret,
Whatever else I may forget;
And whether I am bound or free,
Oblivion was not made for thee .
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