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<DATE>2008-08-05</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080726.pdcc.</ITEM>
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<HEAD><HI>Loves Boundle&s;s Power OR,</HI> The Charmed Lovers Happine&s;s Compleated.</HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub"><HI>Being a mo&s;t Excellent New Play-Song, mo&s;t Plea&s;ant and Delightful.</HI></HEAD>
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<L><HI>Doranus</HI> &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="missing" EXTENT="1 letter">ies the Charming Nymph, who&s;e Power</L>
<L>Wounds more then hers, who in a &s;udden Showre,</L>
<L>Brought Thunder-bearing <HI>Jove</HI> from lofty Skies,</L>
<L>To pay Devotion to her Stary Eyes:</L>
<L>He's Conquer'd, and entreats, to which &s;he yields</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> the Glory, both of Woods and Fields:</L>
<L>Does conde&s;end to Love, and Crown his Wi&s;h,</L>
<L>With Joys tran&s;ending any Mortal Bli&s;s.</L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>When Bu&s;ie Fame,</HI> &amp;c.</OPENER>
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<L>HAil to the Mirtle Shade,</L>
<L>all hail to'th Nymphs of the field</L>
<L>Kings will not here Invade,</L>
<L>though Vertue all freedom yields:</L>
<L>Beauty here opens her arms,</L>
<L>to &s;often the Langui&s;hing mind,</L>
<L>And <HI>Phillis</HI> unlocks her Charms,</L>
<L>ah! <HI>Phillis</HI> &s;o fair and unkind.</L>
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<L><HI>Phillis</HI> the Soul of Love,</L>
<L>the joy of the neighbouring Swains,</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> that Crowns the Grove,</L>
<L>and does guide the flowring Plains:</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> who ne'r had skill</L>
<L>to Paint, or to Patch or be fine,</L>
<L>Yet <HI>Phillis</HI> who&s;e eyes can kill,</L>
<L>that Nature hath made Divine.</L>
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<L><HI>Phillis</HI> who&s;e Charming tongue,</L>
<L>makes labour and pain delight,</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> that makes the day long,</L>
<L>and &s;hortens the livelong night.</L>
<L><HI>Phillis</HI> who&s;e Lips like <HI>May,</HI></L>
<L>&s;till laughs on tho&s;e &s;weets they bring</L>
<L>Who&s;e love ne'r knew decay,</L>
<L>but thence flows Eternal Spring.</L>
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<L>Her eyes like Stars appear,</L>
<L>from her Angel-face they &s;hine,</L>
<L>As <HI>Phoebus</HI> in his Sphear</L>
<L>they dazel this Soul of mine;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t Ro&s;ie Cheeks o're-&s;pread;</L>
<L>with fragrant and rich Perfume,</L>
<L>There <HI>Cupid</HI> makes his Bed,</L>
<L>where choice plea&s;ures ever bloom.</L>
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<L>And plea&s;ant Nectar Sips,</L>
<L>oh! where joys for ever grow,</L>
<L>Eke from her Corral Lips,</L>
<L>inclo&s;ing Pearls as white as Snow.</L>
<L>So Ravi&s;hing and fair,</L>
<L>no Mortal ever yet view'd,</L>
<L>Tran&s;ports beyond compare,</L>
<L>which <HI>Cae&s;ar</HI> would have &s;ubdu'd.</L>
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<L>And force from him his Arms,</L>
<L>whil&s;t he his great Conque&s;t yields,</L>
<L>And bows to <HI>Phillis</HI> Charms,</L>
<L>triumphs of his Conquer'd Fields:</L>
<L>Laying his G<GAP DESC="illegible" REASON="under-inked" EXTENT="1 letter">eatne&s;s down,</L>
<L>even at her Virgins feet,</L>
<L>In <HI>Romes</HI> Imperial Crown,</L>
<L>my bright <HI>Phillis</HI> Love to meet.</L>
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<L>Or <HI>Alexander</HI> whom</L>
<L>the proud Ea&s;tern world obey'd.</L>
<L>Might here have &s;ought a Room,</L>
<L>and in his Conque&s;ts &s;aid:</L>
<L>What joys &s;eiz'd when by'th Spring,</L>
<L>oh! I fir&s;t beheld her face,</L>
<L>Such as bright Angels bring</L>
<L>to the Dying Saints apace.</L>
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<LG>
<L>I lowly bow'd to earth,</L>
<L>and ki&s;s the humble ground,</L>
<L>Telling her of my Birth,</L>
<L>I and of my fatal Wound:</L>
<L>She &s;mil'd upon me then,</L>
<L>and &s;ighing, alas poor Swain,</L>
<L>So &s;mil'd and &s;igh'd again,</L>
<L>and &s;traight bid me not complain.</L>
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<L>Then in her Ivory Arms,</L>
<L>&s;he rais'd me &s;oftly, crying,</L>
<L>Alas! what can my Charms</L>
<L>&s;o powerful prove in trying:</L>
<L>My <HI>Doranus</HI> to de&s;troy,</L>
<L>then I leaning on her brea&s;t,</L>
<L>And whil&s;t &s;he call'd me joy,</L>
<L>I with trembling Lips them pre&s;t.</L>
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<L>At which &s;he laid her down</L>
<L>among&s;t the Lillies fair,</L>
<L>And there my Love did Crown,</L>
<L>with joys far beyond compare;</L>
<L>Such Heavenly tran&s;ports none</L>
<L>upon earth could ever yield,</L>
<L>Except <HI>Phillis</HI> alone,</L>
<L>who Charms the Woods and Field,</L>
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<P><HI>Printed for</HI> I. Deacon, <HI>at the</HI> Angel <HI>in</HI> Guilt&s;pur-Street.</P>
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