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On the same.
Chloe the arrant'st Jilt alive,Intolerably vain,
Boasting would make us all believe,
What Men her Eyes have slain.
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(Stale-Maidenhead replies,)
Ah could you but as well get over
The Wounds, they gave between your T---s.
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