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FAIR HEBE I LEFT |
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I repair d to my Reason, entreating her aid, She paus'd on my case, and each circumstance weigh'd Then gravely pronounc'd, in return to my prayer, That Hebe was fairest of all that was fair.
That's a truth, replied I, I've no need to be taught, I came for a council to find out a fault; If that's all, quoth Reason, return as you came, To find fault with Hebe would forfeit my name.
What hopes then, alas ! of relief from my pain,
When like lightning she darts through each throbbing vein ?
My senses surpris'd, in her favour took arms,
And Reason confirms me a slave to her charms.
Chappell. The Words by Lord Cantalupe. Tune. Pretty Polly Oliver. |
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