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And finds no real drink to quench his thirst,

Runs to imagin'd Lakes his heat to steep,
And vainly fwills and labours in his fleep;
So Love with fantoms cheats our longing eyes,
Which hourly feeing never satisfies;

Our hands pull nothing from the parts they strain,
But wander o're the lovely Limbs in vain:

Nor when the Youthful pair more closely join,
When hands in hands they lock, and thighs in thighs
Juft in the raging foam of full defire, (they twine
When both prefs on,both murmur,both expire, (dart,
They gripe, they squeeze, their humid tongues they
As each wou'd force their way to t'others heart:
In vain, they only cruize about the coast,
For bodies cannot pierce, nor be in bodies loft:
As fure they strive to be, when both engage,
In that tumultuous momentany Rage,
So 'tangled in the Nets of Love they lie,
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Till with recruited rage new Spirits boil;
And then the fame vain violence returns,
With flames renew'd th' erected furnace burns.
Again they in each other wou'd be loft,

But ftill by adamantine Bars are croft;

All ways they try, fuccefslefs all they prove,
To cure the fecret fore of lingring Love.
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They wafte their Strength in the venereal strife,
And to a Woman's Will enflave their Life;
Th' Estate runs out, and Mortgages are made,
All Offices of Friendship are decay'd;

Their Fortune ruin'd, and their Fame betray'd.
Affyrian Oyntment from their temples flows,
And Diamond Buckles fparkle at their shooes.
The chearful Emerald twinkles on their hands,
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Is drunk with sweat of their o're labour'd loins.
Their frugal Fathers Gains they mif-employ,
And turn to Point, and Pearl, and ev'ry female toy.
French Fashions, coftly Treats are their delight;
The Park by day, and Plays and Balls by night.

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For in the Fountain where their Sweets are fought,
Some Bitter bubbles up, and poifons all the draught.
Firft guilty Confcience does the mirrour bring,
Then sharp remorse shoots out her angry fting,
And anxious thoughts, within themselves at strife,
Upbraid the long mispent, luxurious life.
Perhaps the fickle fair One proves unkind,

Or drops a doubtful word, that pains his mind,

And leaves a rankling jealousie behind.

Perhaps he watches close her amorous eyes,
And in the act of Ogling does surprise;
And thinks he fees upon her cheeks the while,
The dimpled tracks of some foregoing smile; (boil.
Hir raging Pulfe beats thick, and his pent Spirits.
This is the product ev'n of profp'rous Love,
Think then what pangs disastrous Paffions prove!
Innumerable Ills; Difdain, Despair,

With all the meagre Family of Care:
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