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Oh, say not, sweet Anne, that the / Fates have decreed / The heart which adores you should wish to dissever; / Such Fates were to me most unkind ones indeed, / To bear me from love and from beauty for ever.
Your frowns, lovely girl, are the / Fates which alone / Could bid me from fond admiration refrain; / By these, every hope, every wish were o'erthrown, / Till smiles should restore me to rapture again.
As the ivy and oak, in the forest entwined, / The rage of the tempest united must weather; / My love and my life were by nature design'd / To flourish alike, or to perish together.
Then say not, sweet Anne, that the / Fates have decreed / Your lover should bid you a lasting adieu; / Till Fate can ordain that his bosom shall bleed, / His soul, his existence, are centred in you.