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SONG XIV.
[Idle Sinner]
1.
Idle Sinner,Sigh no more!
And I'le informe thee,
Of an Easier way to win her,
Then thou try'dst before:
Sullen Beauty
Must not move
Thee, in a whining
Over weening piece of Duty
To express thy Love:
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E're thou mean, to have her,
At thy fancies suit,
Presume upon her favour,
Kiss, and put her to't,
And (trust me) that will Doe't.
Or else,
Tope a Glass of Claret,
Love, and hug thy friend,
For Mistress, care not for it!
Till thou seest it mend,
(If never) there's an End.
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