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ON WOMAN's LOVE.
“Si habeamus nummos, habebimus amicos.”
And think'st thou that Woman will smile upon those,
Whom Adversity marks for her own?
Ah, no!—hand in hand with dame Fortune she goes,
On the affluent only her love she bestows,
And thinks that the fount from which happiness flows,
Is splendor and riches alone.
Whom Adversity marks for her own?
Ah, no!—hand in hand with dame Fortune she goes,
On the affluent only her love she bestows,
And thinks that the fount from which happiness flows,
Is splendor and riches alone.
I hop'd that my Emily's love would not fade,
Though fortune and friends were all flown;
Foolish thought!—with my hopes her feign'd passion decay'd,
And deserted and spurn'd by the treacherous maid,
Adversity's storm I am doom'd to pervade,
Unpitied, uncheer'd, and alone!
Though fortune and friends were all flown;
Foolish thought!—with my hopes her feign'd passion decay'd,
And deserted and spurn'd by the treacherous maid,
Adversity's storm I am doom'd to pervade,
Unpitied, uncheer'd, and alone!
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