On an Apple, given me by Laura

Sure all submit to lovely Laura 's Charms,
Who with a thousand Darts an Apple arms;
With Adoration I approach'd the Dame,
My Hand receiv'd the Fruit , my Soul the Flame:
Alas, too deep I feel the deadly Smart,
I gain'd an Apple , but I lost my Heart .
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