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THE DISAPPOINTMENT
 Where Rage is calm’d, and Anger pleas’d; That Fountain where Delight still flows,And gives the Universal World Repose.
 Her Balmy Lips incountring his, Their Bodies, as their Souls, are joyn’d; Where both in Transports Unconfin’d Extend themselves upon the Moss. Cloris half dead and breathless lay; Her soft Eyes cast a Humid Light, Such as divides the Day and Night; Or falling Stars, whose Fires decay: And now no signs of Life she shows,But what in short-breath’d Sighs returns & goes.
 He saw how at her Length she lay; He saw her rising Bosom bare; Her loose thin Robes, through which appear A Shape design’d for Love and Play; Abandon’d by her Pride and Shame, She does her softest joys dispence, Off’ring her Virgin-Innocence A Victim to Loves Sacred Flame; While the o’er-Ravish’d Shepherd liesUnable to perform the Sacrifice.
 Ready to taste a thousand Joys, The too transported hapless Swain
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