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And ev'ry point befriends our shifted sails.
Thus chariot drivers with a flowing rein
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Direct their steeds, then curb them in again.
Indulgence oft corrupts the faithless dame,
Secure from rivals she neglects your flame;
The mind without variety is cloy'd,
And nauseates pleasures it has long enjoy'd.
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But as a fire whose wasted strength declines,
Converts to ashes and but faintly shines,
When sulphur's brought the spreading flames return,
And glowing embers with fresh fury burn:
A rival thus th' ungrateful maid reclaims,
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Revives desire, and feeds her dying flames.
Oft make her jealous, give your fondness o'er,
And teaze her often with some new amour.
Happy, thrice happy youth, with pleasure bless'd,
Too great, too exquisite to be express'd,
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That view'st the anguish of her jealous breast
Whene'er thy guilt the slighted beauty knows,
She swoons; her voice, and then her colour goes.
