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Needless was your command
To burn your letters:
Nor woman's heart, nor hand,
Hold I in fetters.

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Be your weak vows forgot,
My vow is stronger;
No: since you trust me not,
You love no longer.
Go, lightly, as ye came,
Perish, each letter;
Why not, since in the flame
I read them better?