Song XIII., p.261.

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STella and Flavia every hour, 

Do various hearts surprise; 

In Stella’s soul lyes all her power, 

And Flavia’s in her eyes. 


More boundless Flavia’s conquest are, 

And Stella’s more confin’d: 

All can discern a face that’s fair, 

But few a lovely mind. 


Stella, like Britain’s monarch, reigns 

O’er cultivated lands; 

Like eastern tyrants, Flavia deigns 

To rule o’er barren sands. 


Then boast, fair Flavia, boast thy face, 

Thy beauty’s only store: 

Thy charms will every day decrease, 

Each day gives Stella more. 

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