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[I.]
Tell me no more I am deceiv'd,While Sylvia seems so kind;
And takes such care to be believ'd,
The Cheat I fear to find:
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Conceal'd in her soft Youth;
A thousand times I'd rather dye,
Than see the unhappy Truth;
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II.
My Love all Malice shall outbrave,Let Fops in Libels rail;
If she the Appearances will save,
No Scandal can prevail:
She makes me think I have her Heart,
How much for that is due?
Tho' she but act the tender part,
The Joy she gives is true.
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