There we can love for hours together,

Much better in such snowy weather,

Than plac'd in all th' Arcadian groves,

That ever witness'd rural loves;

There if my passion fail to please,

Next night I'll be content to freeze;

No more I'll give a loose to laughter,

But curse my fate, forever after.

TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER.

Sweet girl! though only once we met,

That meeting I shall ne'er forget;

And though we ne'er may meet again,

Remembrance will thy form retain;

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I would not say, "I love" but still

My senses struggle with my will;

In vain to drive thee from my breast,

My thoughts are more and more represt,

In vain, I check the rising sighs,

Another to the last replies;

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