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The Plain-dealer.
A Song.
My dear Celinda, you may love,Or if you please be froward;
Be which you will, I'll neither prove
A Martyr or a Coward.
If you are kind I'll be so too,
If cunning, I'll be wary,
For these two things I'll never do,
That's either hang, or marry.
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And yield me your Embraces,
So long I'll swear to be confin'd,
In spite of all new Faces;
But if you hope, thro a Mistake,
That I should love you longer,
I'd have you stay till I can make
My Resolutions stronger.
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