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FRom grave lessons and restaint,
I’m stole out to revel here;
Yet I tremble and I faint,
In the middle of the fair.
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Oh! would fortune in my way
Throw a lover kind and gay;
Now’s the time he soon might move
A young heart unus’d to love.
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Shall I venture? no, no, no,
Shall I from the danger go?
Oh! no, no, no, no, no,
I must not try, I cannot fly,
I must not, durst not, cannot fly.
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Help me, nature; help me, art;
Why should I deny my part?
If a lover will pursue,
Like the wisest let me do;
I will fit him if he’s true,
If he’s false I’ll fit him too.
