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IMPATIENCE. 25 
BALSOMINE. 
Impatiens. 
Language IMPATIENCE. 
I CANNOT, will not longer brook ' 
Thy cold delay, thy prudent look. 
Dost love me ? Share at once my fate, 
Be it bright or desolate ! 
I will abide no half-way love. 
Nor wait for prudence ere I move : 
One more repulse, and I depart ! 
Come, now or never, to my heart. 
AXOIT. 
Life of my life, at once my fate decree ; 
I wait my death, or more than life, from thee ! 
I have no arts nor powers thy soul to move, 
But doting constancy and boundless love ; 
This is my all : had I the world to give, 
Thine were its throne ; now bid me die or live. 
Ckabde. 
0, how impatience gains upon the soul. 
When the long-promised hour of joy draws near ! 
How slow the tardy moments seem to roll ! 
Mrs. Tigiie. 
