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The Maids Tragedy Alter'd.
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The Birds know how to chuse their fare,To peck this fruit they all forbear.Those chearful Singers know not whyThey should make any haste to dye:And yet they Couple———Can they knowWhat 'tis to Love, and not know Sorrow too?'Tis Man alone, that willing dyes;Beasts are less Wretched, or less Wise.How Lovely these ill Berries shew!And so did false Amintor too.Heav'n would ensnare us! who can scapeWhen fatal things have such a shape?Nothing in vain the Gods create,This Bough was made to hasten fate.'Twas in compassion of our woe,That Nature first made Poysons grow;For hopeless wretches, such as I,Kindly providing means to dye.

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