Fond Wishes you persue in vain,
My Heart is vow'd away and gone,
Forbear thy sighs too lovely Swain,
Those dying Airs that you put on;
Go, try on other Maids thy Art,
Ah! leave this lost unworthy Heart
But you must leave it soon.

Such sighs as these you should bestow
On some unpractis'd blooming Fair
Where Rosy Youth does warmly glow,
Whose Eyes forbid you to Despair.
Not all thy wondrous Charms can move
A Heart that must refuse thy Love
Or not deserve thy Care.
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