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YES, all the world will sure agree,
He who’s secur’d of having thee,
Will be entirely blest;
But ‘twere in me too great a wrong,
To make one who has been so long
My queen, my slave at last.
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Nor ought these things to be confin’d,
That were for publick good design’d:
Cou’d we, in foolish pride,
Make the sun always with us stay,
‘Twou’d burn our corn and grass away,
To starve the world beside.
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Let not the thoughts of parting, fright
Two souls which passion does unite;
For while our love does last,
Neither will strive to go away,
And why the devil should we stay,
When once that love is past.
