Song CXI., p.355.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

KIndly, kindly, thus, my treasure, 

Ever love me, ever charm; 

Let the passion know no measure, 

Yet no jealous fear alarm. 


Why shou’d we, our bliss beguiling, 

By dull doubting fall at odds? 

Meet my soft embraces smiling, 

We’ll be as happy as the Gods. 

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