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Matthew Prior - Answer To Cloe Jealous. The Author Sick
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Yes, fairest Proof of Beauty`s Pow`r,
Dear Idol of My panting Heart,
Nature points This my fatal Hour:
And I have liv`d; and We must part.

While now I take my last Adieu,
Heave Thou no Sigh, nor shed a Tear;
Lest yet my half-clos`d Eye may view
On Earth an Object worth it`s Care.

From Jealousy`s tormenting Strife
For ever be Thy Bosom free`d:
That nothing may disturb Thy Life,
Content I hasten to the Dead.

Yet when some better-fated Youth
Shall with his am`rous Parly move Thee;
Reflect One Moment on His Truth,
Who dying Thus, persists to love Thee.
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