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SAPHO

TO

PHAON.

Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command,
Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sapho's hand?
Must then her name the wretched writer prove,
To thy remembrance lost, as to thy love?
Ask not the cause that I new numbers chuse,
The Lute neglected, and the Lyric muse;

Love

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