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OLIVER GOLDSMITH

481 Woman

WHEN lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her tears away?

The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from ev'ry eye,

To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom is to die.

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��482 Memory

MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain.

Thou, like the world, th* oppress'd oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch's woe.

And he who wants each other blessing In thec must ever find a foe.

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GARTMORE 483 If Doughty Deeds

rF doughty deeds my lady please,

Right soon I'll mount my steed; And strong his arm and fast his seat, That bears f rae me the meed.

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