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I fix'd my Eyes upon that heaving breast, And hardly I forbore the rest. Eager to gaze, unsatisfy'd with sight) My head grew giddy with the near delight.) -- Too well you know the fatal following night.) Th'external proofs of my passion I give And since you will not love, I will not live Condemn'd by you, I wait the righteous doom Careless & fearless of the woes to come But when you see me waver in the wind My guilty flame extinct, my Soul resign'd Sure you may pity what you can't approve The cruel consequence of furious love. Think the bold wretch that could so greatly dare Was tender, faithful, ardent & sincere. Think when I held the pistol to your breast) Had I been of the world's large rule possesst) That world had then been yours; & I been blest.) Think that my life was quite below my care Nor fear'd I any hell beyond despair. If these reflexions, tho' they seize you late Give some compassion for your Arthur's sake Enough you give, nor ought I to complain You pay my [[underline]] pangs, nor have I dy'd [[/underline]] in vain.
