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    VERSES Occasioned by a Young Lady’s asking the Author, What was a Cure for Love?

    From me, my Dear, O seek not to receive What e’en deep-read Experience cannot give. We may, indeed, from the Physician’s skill Some Med’cine find to cure the body’s ill. But who e’er found the physic for the soul, Or made th’ affections bend to his controul? When thro’ the blaze of passion objects show How dark ‘s the shade! how bright the colours glow! All the rous’d soul with transport’s overcome, And the mind’s surly Monitor is dumb.

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    Thomas Godfrey The Invitation Poem

    DAMON. Haste! Sylvia! haste, my charming Maid! Let’s leave these fashionable toys; Let’s seek the shelter of some shade, And revel in ne’er fading joys. See spring in liv’ry gay appears, And winter’s chilly blasts are fled; Each grove its leafy honours rears, And meads their lovely verdure spread!