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DON'T OVERDO IT.
DON'T OVERDO IT.
I WONDER whether
April-weather
Has taught you, lady, how to rule
My eager heart
With frolic art,
And keep it playing still Love's fool.
Your sunny breeze is
False, and freezes;
And when I think a freshening rain
Has come, the gust
Brings only dust,
And leaves me parched with barren pain.
A woman's favor
Loses savor
If it be yielded all too soon;—
'Tis very true.
But were I you
I'd heed the changes of the moon.
