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Unclassified verses
Iris, on the Banks of Thames,Her Eies bedewd with Teares,
To Chloris sayd, Reserve your Flames,
For Men are Flatterers.
They'l sweare and tell you, it may bee,
They Passionately Love,
But after ten days Absence—see
What Traiters they wil Prove.
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