Chapter 26 No.26

Her Bright Eyes sweet, and yet severe,

Where Love and Shame confus'dly strive,

Fresh Vigor to Lysander give;

And breathing faintly in his Ear,

She cry'd-Cease, Cease-your vain Desire,

Or I'll call out-What would you do?

My Dearer Honour ev'n to You

I cannot, must not give-Retire,

Or take this Life, whose chiefest part

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