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[Not, Celia, that I am more just]
Not, Celia, that I am more just,
Or truer than the rest;
For I could change each hour like them,
Were it my Interest.
Or truer than the rest;
For I could change each hour like them,
Were it my Interest.
But I am ty'd to very Thee,
By ev'ry Thought I have;
Should you again my Heart set free,
I'd be again your Slave,
By ev'ry Thought I have;
Should you again my Heart set free,
I'd be again your Slave,
For all in Woman is ador'd,
In thy dear Self I find;
For the whole Sex can but afford
The Handsom and the Kind.
In thy dear Self I find;
For the whole Sex can but afford
The Handsom and the Kind.
Then why should I seek further Store,
And make my Love anew?
Since Change it self can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true.
And make my Love anew?
Since Change it self can give no more,
'Tis easy to be true.
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