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WHen, lovely Phillis, thou art kind,
Nought but raptures fill my mind;
‘Tis then I think thee so divine,
T’ excell the mighty power of wine:
But when thou insult’st, and laughs at my pain,
I wash thee away with sparkling champain;
So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother,
And drive out one God by the power of another.
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When pity in thy looks I see,
I fraily quit my friends for thee;
Perswasive love so charms me then,
My freedom I’d not wish again:
But when thou art cruel, and heeds not my care,
Then straight with a bumper I banish despair;
So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother,
And drive out one God by the power of another.
