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UTRUM HORUM MAVIS
So sweet, so comely, and so pure!
And is it then for you
That I am call'd on to endure
Whate'er you please to do?
And is it then for you
That I am call'd on to endure
Whate'er you please to do?
You gave me access to your heart:
You led me to suppose
That I had some peculiar part
In all its pangs and throes:
You led me to suppose
That I had some peculiar part
In all its pangs and throes:
That I, and not the other men
Whose passion you had known,
When once I could come back again,
Might claim you as my own.
Whose passion you had known,
When once I could come back again,
Might claim you as my own.
And now, I have come back to find
How slight, how volatile,
Your preference was, and how unkind,
How treacherous, your smile!
How slight, how volatile,
Your preference was, and how unkind,
How treacherous, your smile!
Well, you will doubtless seek relief
In some one else's arms;
And I shall learn the worth of grief,
And of a woman's charms!
In some one else's arms;
And I shall learn the worth of grief,
And of a woman's charms!
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