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Though a few ploughs serve my paternal fields,Nor my small table many dishes yields;Yet Bacchus, Phoebus, and the tuneful nine,Are all my friends, and to my side incline,And love's great god, at last, will make me thine.Heav'n knows, dear maid, I love no other fair;In thee lives all my love, my heav'n lies there.Oh! may I by indulgent Fate's decree,With thee lead all my life, and die with thee.Thy beauties yield me my transporting theme;