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[I'll tell her the next time, said I]

I'll tell her the next time, said I,
In vain! in vain! for when I try,
Upon my timorous Tongue the trembling Accents die.
Alas! a thousand thousand Fears
Still overawe when she appears!
My Breath is spent in Sighs, my Eyes are drown'd in Tears.