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And bodies languish with inconstant skies;
If vitious heav'n infects her tender veins,
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And in her tainted blood some fever reigns;
Then your kind vows, your pious care bestow,
The blessings you expect to reap then sow;
Think nothing nauseous in her loath'd disease,
But with your ready hand contrive to please;
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Weep in her sight, then fonder kisses give,
And let her burning lips your tears receive;
Much for her safety vow, but louder speak,
Let the nymph hear the lavish vows you make.
As health returns, so let your joys appear;
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Oft smile with hope, and oft confess your fear.
This in her breast remains, these pleasing charms
Secure a passage to her grateful arms.
Reach nothing nauseous to her taste or sight,
Officious only when you most delight.
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Nor bitter draughts nor hated med'cines give,
Let her from rivals what she loaths receive.
Those prosperous winds that launch'd our boat from shore,
