Injur'd Love, or the Menace
A Song
False, ungrateful traitor!
To wrong poor Celia so,
And leave so sweet a creature
To misery and woe.
Think not the gods forget you
They but retard your fate;
When Celia finds their pity,
Then shalt thou feel their hate
False, ungrateful traitor!
To wrong poor Celia so,
And leave so sweet a creature
To misery and woe.
Think not the gods forget you
They but retard your fate;
When Celia finds their pity,
Then shalt thou feel their hate
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