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A PRETTY WOMAN.
6.
But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
In a mortar—for you could not, Sweet.
But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet,
Though we prayed you,
Paid you, brayed you
In a mortar—for you could not, Sweet.
7.
So, we leave the sweet face fondly there—
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!
So, we leave the sweet face fondly there—
Be its beauty
Its sole duty!
Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there!
8.
And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.
And while the face lies quiet there,
Who shall wonder
That I ponder
A conclusion? I will try it there.
