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No ; let us die before our pdeafures cloy ; 
While we look up to heaven for purer joy 
Than what proceeds from moving feenes of life, 
And living piftures of a tender wife. 
At laft, fmee Angels, pure in mind, embrace. 
Let lovers bufs with raodefty and grace ! 
May Beauty’s fmiles reward the wife and brave, 
Till female lips with their’s (hall (hare one grave. 
ESSAY 
