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VERSES Occasioned by a Young Lady's
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From me, my Dear, O seek not to receive What e'en deep-read Experience cannot give. We may, indeed, from the Physician's skill Some Med'cine find to cure the body's ill. But who e'er found the physic for the soul, Or made th' affections bend to his controul? When thro' the blaze of passion objects show How dark 's the shade! how bright the colours glow! All the rous'd soul with transport's overcome,
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