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EPIGRAM VII.

[I swore I lov'd, and you believ'd]

I swore I lov'd, and you believ'd,
Yet, trust me, we were both deceiv'd;
Tho' all I swore, was true.
I lov'd one gen'rous, good, and kind,
A form created in my mind;
And thought that form was you.