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Epigram.
To his false Mistress.
Thou saidst that I alone thy Heart cou'd move,And that for me thou wou'dst abandon Jove.
I lov'd thee then, not with a love defil'd,
But as a Father loves his only Child.
I know thee now, and tho' I fiercelier burn,
Thou art become the Object of my Scorn.
See what thy Falshood gets; I must confess
I love thee more, but I esteem the less.
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