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The Reply, by the Authour.
1
My Love's as vertuous as yours isWhere you frame affection,
For so inflamed Religion
You keep in subjection,
I cannot tempt ye to give me respect,
'Tis not the crime but the man you reject
With words so zealous:
This same trifle call'd Honour
Is a pretty witty cover
To conceal a Lover.
2
What need a batt'ry be,When as the fort is resigning,
You will ne're stop your ear
At your own servants repining;
Where we affect we do never mistrust,
If you would spell Love, and chance to write Lust
No interlining:
Take a Lady in the humour,
When the Love-fit is upon her,
She'l ne're think of Honour,
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