Song XXXIII., p.282.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

CElia, let not pride undo you, 

Love and life fly swiftly on; 

Let not Damon still pursue you, 

Still in vain, till love is gone: 

See how fair the blooming rose is, 

See by all how justly priz’d; 

But when it its beauty loses, 

See the wither’d thing despis’d. 

– 

When these charms that youth have lent you, 

Like the roses are decay’d, 

Celia you’ll too late repent you, 

And be forc’d to die a maid! 

Die a maid! die a maid! die a maid! 

Celia you’ll too late repent you, 

And be forc’d to die a maid! 

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