1. When I survey Clarinda's Charms, Folded within my circling Arms, What endless Pleasures move along, Serenely soft, and sweetly strong; Every Smile invites to Love; Balmy Kisses, Am'rous Blisses, Every rising Charm improve. 2. Immortal Bliss, that ne'r will cloy, Always attends her Angel Form; Softest Repose, and blooming Joy In her conspire the Soul to charm: All that can Joy or Love create; Beauteous Blessing, Past expressing, Round the tender Fair One wait. 3. Love on her Breast has fixt his Throne, And Cupid revels in her Eyes; Who can the Charmer's Power disown When in each Glance an Arrow flies? Yet when wounded we feel no Pain; No, 'tis Pleasure Above Measure, Raptures flow in every Vein.
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