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Now all the blood the circling spirits fire,And the lost field impertinent require;Begone untimely nerves! I trust no more,Such was the promise of your strength before.Could you the fair one balk of her delight,Disgrace your master by so base a fright,And want the courage for so sweet a fight?Did she not kindly too your stay demand,And tempt it softly with a soothing hand ?But when solicitings no life could gain,And inspirations, tho' from her, were vain;"Who bade thee thus thyself to me to bring !Go for a silly unperforming thing:Art thou a wretch by some curs'd spell destroy'd,Or here com'st fribbling with past pleasure cloy'd?"She spoke, and springing from the bed she flew,And secret beauties so disclos'd to view;Yet to conceal the joyless night's digrace,She called for water with a smiling face,And wash'd a nameless unpolluted place.