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Her reign is past, her gentle glories gone:

But trust not this; too easy Youth, beware!

A mortal Sovereign holds her dangerous throne,

And thou may'st find a new Calypso there.

Sweet Florence133 could another ever share This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine: But checked by every tie, I may not dare To cast a worthless offering at thy shrine, Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.