To Mertill Who Desired Her to Speak to Clorinda of His Love

M ERTILL , Though my heart should break,
In granting thy desire,
To cold Clorinda I will speak,
And warm her, with my fire.

To save thee from approaching harm,
My Death I will obey.
To save thee, sinking in the Storm,
I'll cast my self away.

May her Charms equal those of thine!
No words can e're express
And let her Love be great as mine
Which the wou'd only bless.

May you still prove her faithful slave,
And she so kind and true
She nothing may desire to have
Or fear to Lose, — but you.
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