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To the Same.
[When I think on your truth, I doubt you no more]
I
When I think on your truth, I doubt you no more,I blame all the fears I gave way to before,
I say to my heart, “Be at rest, and believe
That whom once she has chosen she never will leave.
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II
But ah! when I think on each ravishing graceThat plays in the smiles of that heavenly face,
My heart beats again; I again apprehend
Some fortunate rival in every friend.
III
These painful suspicions you cannot remove,Since you neither can lessen your charms nor my love;
But doubts caus'd by passion you never can blame;
For they are not ill founded, or you feel the same.
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