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A doubt resolv'd.
[I]
Fain would I love, but that I fear,I quickly should the willow wear;
Fain would I marry, but men say,
When Love is ry'd, he will away:
Then tell me Love, what shall I doe,
To cure these Fears when e're I wooe?
II
The Fair one she's a mark to all;The Brown one each doth Lovely call;
The Black's a pearl in Fair mens Eyes;
The rest will stoop to any prize.
Then tell me love, &c.
Reply.
Young Lover, know it is not IThat wound with Fear or ealousie;
Nor do men ever feel those smarts
Until they have confin'd their hearts:
Then if you'l cure your Fears, you shall
Love neither Fair, Black, Brown, but all.
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