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SONG.

By the Same.

STELLA and Flavia every hour Do various hearts surprize; In Stella's soul lies all her power, And Flavia's in her eyes.

More boundless Flavia's conquests are, And Stella's more confin'd; All can discern a face that's fair, But few a lovely mind.

Stella, like Britain's monarchs, reigns O'er cultivated lands; Like eastern tyrants Flavia deigns To rule o'er barren sands.

Then boast not, Flavia, thy fair face, Thy beauty's only store; Thy charms will every day decrease, Each day gives Stella more.