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Boldness In Love

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Mark how the bashful morn in vain     Courts the amorous marigold,     With sighing blasts and weeping rain,     Yet she refuses to unfold.     But when the planet of the day     Approacheth with his powerful ray,     The she spreads, then she receives     His warmer beams into her virgin leaves.     So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy;     If thy tears and sighs discover     Thy grief, thou never shalt enjoy     The just reward of a bold lover.     But when with moving accents thou     Shalt constant faith and service vow,     Thy Celia shall receive those charms     With open ears, and with unfolded arms.

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