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C A M I L L A . A h ! Sifter, I perceive your fetled Heart Never knew Love, nor felt his venom’d Dart.* At firft indeed We may the Boy refift, W ho once receiv’d, can never be difmifs’d ; W hen D uty to his flame does fuel bring, He grows a Tyrant from a Lawful King; He enters gently, but by force he reigns; And when a hea;t once wears his golden chains, T o caft them off our wills too weak are grown, Bccaufe that wili no longer is our own : T h e fetters glitter, but are fetters ftill------

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