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That I, by Favour of the silent Night,
The Desk erected in the Church's Right!
Curb then your fond Desires; nor seek to shock
My solid Honour, stable as a Rock.
Ah! do not Barberissa's Vertue stain,
Nor those fair Eyes bedew with brackish Rain;
Nor with ungenerous Sighs protract my Stay,
^[1]For Heav'n has call'd me, and I must obey.

This said; He leaves her full of anxious Fears,
Her Cheeks all delug'd with a Flood of Tears.
Streight the Vermillion vanish'd from her Face,
And the wan Lily took the Rose's Place.
Thrice to recall the Salvage Man sh' assay'd;
But her rebellious Tongue thrice disobey'd.

1. Et nunc Jove miffus ab alto
   Interpres Divum fert horrida jussa per auras.

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