1
- Your pardon, my friend, if my rhymes did offend;
- Your pardon, a thousand times oer:
- From friendship I strove your pangs to remove,
- But, I swear, I will do so no more.
2
- Since your beautiful maid your flame has repaid,
- No more I your folly regret
- Shes now most divine, and I bow at the shrine
- Of this quickly reformed coquette.
3
- Yet still, I must own, I should never have known
- From your verses what else she deservd;
- Your pain seemd so great, I pitied your fate,
- As your fair was so devlish reservd.
4
- Since the baim-breathing kiss of this magical miss
- Can such wonderful transports produce;
- Since the world you forget, when your lips once have met,
- My counsel will get but abuse.
5
- You Say, When I rove, I know nothing of love;
- Tis true, I am given to range;
- If I rightly remember, Ive loved a good number,
- Yet theres pleasure, at least, in a change.
6
- I will not advance, by the rules of romance,
- To humour a whimsical fair;
- Though a smile may delight, yet a frown wont affright,
- Or drive me to dreadful despair.
7
- While my blood is thus warm I neer shall reform,
- To mix in the Platonists school;
- Of this I am sure, was my passion so pure,
- Thy mistress would think me a fool.
8
- Though the kisses are sweet, which voluptuously meet,
- Of kissing I neer was so fond,
- As to make me forget, though our lips oft have met,
- That still there was something beyond.
9
- And if I should shun every woman for one,
- Whose image must fill my whole breast
- Whom I must prefer, and sigh but for her
- What an insult twould be to the rest!
10
- Now, Strephon, good bye, I cannot deny
- Your passion appears most absurd;
- Such love as you plead is pure love indeed,
- For it only consists in the word.
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