chapter  98
A Song.
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I ’Tis not your saying that you love, Can ease me of my Smart; Your Actions must your Words approve, Or else you break my Heart. II 5 In vain you bid my Passion cease, And ease my troubled Breast; Your Love alone must give me Peace, Restore my wonted Rest. III But, if I fail your Heart to move, 10 And ’Tis not yours to give; I cannot, wonnot cease to love, But I will cease to live.