Song XCIII., pp.343-344.

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AS the snow in vallies lying, 

Phœbus his warm beams applying, 

Soon dissolves and runs away; 

So the beauties, so the graces, 

Of the most bewitching faces, 

At approaching age decay. 

– 

As a tyrant, when degraded, 

Is despis’d, and is upbraided, 

By the slaves he once control’d; 

So the nymph, if none could move her, 

Is contemn’d by every lover, 

When her charms are growing old. 

– 

Melancholick looks and whining, 

Grieving, quarrelling and pining, 

Are th’ effects your rigours move; 

Soft caresses, am’rous glances, 

Melting sighs, transporting trances, 

Are the blest effects of love. 

– 

Fair ones! while your beauty’s blooming, 

Imploy time, left age resuming 

What your youth profusely lends; 

You are rob’d of all your glories, 

And condemn’d to tell old stories, 

To your unbelieving friends. 

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