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Young and Simple though I Am
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Where are all thy beauties now, all hearts enchaining?
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Were My Heart as Some Men's Are
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What Fair Pomp
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Turn Back, You Wanton Flyer
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There Is None, O None but You
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So Quicke, So Hot, So Mad is Thy Fond Sute
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Shall I then hope when faith is fled?
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Sleep, Angry Beauty
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A Secret Love or Two I Must Confess
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