Pan grant that I may never prove
So great a Slave to fall in love,
And to an Unknown Deity
Resign my happy Liberty:
I love to see the Amorous Swains
Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign:
With Pride I see the Meads and Plains
Throng’d all with Slaves, and they all mine:
Whilst I the whining Fools despise,
That pay their Homage to my Eyes.
-The Works of Aphra Behn.
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