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Ah no! false fair thou yeild'st him all thy charms And Werter is forgot in [[underline]] Albert's [[/underline]] arms. What have I said? What frenzy racks my Soul? My passion rages, suffering no controul: Forgive, forgive, O lovely guiltless fair The furious impulse of forlorn despair; 'Twas I dear Charlotte, was alone to blame To soothe, to nourish, this destructive flame This fatal passion, that all bounds surpast That still burnt fiercer by despair encreas'd 'Twas guilty [[underline]] Werter [[/underline]] who disturb'd they peace And death, death only can the wrong redress. Yet wert thou form'd to fill these eager arms And I my Angel! should have gain'd those charms Oft have I mark'd thee heave a gentle sigh And trac'd the tear that trickled from thine Eye. Yes we were form'd each others arms to bless So pure a passion merited success Each heart was form'd to feel a mutual flame The same our pleasures, and our tastes the same Oh blissful state when two fond bosoms burn And wish for wish, and love for love return;