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For though your tongue no promise claim'd,
Your charms would make me true.
To you no soul should bear deceit,
No stranger offer wrong:
But friends in all the aged you'll meet,
And lovers in the young.
But when they learn that you have bless'd,
Another with your heart;
They'll bid aspiring passion rest,
And act a brother's part.
Then, Lady, dread not their deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong;
For friends in all the aged yon'll meet,
And lovers in the young.
IT IS NOT SO.
It is not so-is not so-
The worid may think me gay,
And on my cheek the ready smile
