The Imperfect Enjoyment Flashcards

1
Q

Both equally inspired

A

With eager fire

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2
Q

Melting through kindness

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And flaming in desire

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3
Q

I should prepare to throw

A

The all dissolving thunderbolt below

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4
Q

Which should convey my

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Soul up to her heart

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5
Q

In liquid raptures,

A

I dissolve all over her

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6
Q

Her hand, her foot,

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Her very look’s a cunt

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7
Q

My panting bosom,

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‘Is there then no more?’

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8
Q

All this to love and rapture’s due,

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Must we not pay a debt to pleasure too?

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9
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But I, the most

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Forlorn, lost man alive

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10
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To showed my wished

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Obedience vainly strive

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11
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Eager desires confound

A

My first intent

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12
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Succeeding shame does

A

More success prevent

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13
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And rage at last

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Confirms me impotent

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14
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Warms no more than fire

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To ashes could past flames restore

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15
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A wishing, weak,

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Unmoving limp I lie

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16
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With virgin blood ten

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Thousand maids has dyed

17
Q

That it through every cunt

A

Reached every heart

18
Q

False to my fashion,

A

Fatal to my fame

19
Q

But if his King or

A

Country claim his aid

20
Q

But when great love, the onset

A

Does command, thou dar’st not stand

21
Q

As hogs on grates do

A

Rub themselves and grunt

22
Q

And may ten thousand abler pricks agree

A

To do the wronged Corrina right for thee

23
Q

Like a withered

A

Flower

24
Q

Which nature still

A

Directed with such art

25
Q

I filled with love,

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And she all over charms